The Proof is in the Paint

I had a rather eventful evening on Thursday. Fiona had a friend come over after school. About 6pm her friend's father was on his way to come get her. I was on the phone just finishing up with directions when Kennedy screamed, "I just stepped in wet paint". I hung up the phone and remembered that about 5 minutes prior to Kennedy's scream, Porter came running upstairs and headed to his room. I went downstairs to find a huge puddle of white paint on the dark green carpet. Granted, this is just a carpet scrap that keeps their feet from freezing, but still. Three paint cans lay on their side and one's cap was cracked open just enough to leak.

I got Fiona's friend off with her dad and set off to find the truth. All fingers pointed to Porter so I made him come downstairs and talk to me while I tried to clean the mess. I asked him why he was playing with the paint cans and he replied, "I build a tall tower, it fall down." I then told him he had boxes of blocks, why paint cans. "They're bigger." Now, I knew he didn't mean to spill the paint, but the bottome line is that the paint cans are Daddy's and he's not allowed to play with Daddy's stuff.

3 hours, 4 buckets full of water, 2 1/2 rolls of paper towels, and one full shop vac the mess was pretty much gone. I didn't yell at Porter but grounded him from checking out movies and books from the library. (trust me, this is a big deal for him; sidenote - I made a point to go the library the next day so he couldn't check anything out - does that make me mean?)

I sat down at 9pm to finally eat my salad. The frustration wore off and I started giggling. I hope his inquistive mind can be put to good use one day.

Another bit about my Porterman is that he has been asking for a shirt and tie to wear to church. I finally remembered to get him one. He looked so handsome today, I thought I'd share.



See...it's kinda hard to be mad at that face for too long!