Here’s an example of what happens when I’m sick.
I am weak.
And defenseless.
I got out the paints and made her promise not to paint the bottoms of her feet. For some reason she thinks painting the bottoms of her feet is the utmost in artistic expression.
Needless to say, I have learned the hard way that it is a lot of work to clean painted footprints off hardwood floors.
To her credit, she followed my instructions and did not paint her feet.
Tomorrow is a school day. I think that’s for the best.