|Christmas is a-coming!|
Yesterday, I had a lovely day looking after my youngest grandchildren, whilst their mummy and daddy went shopping.
All was going really well until 4.30 p.m., when I was dealing with the eleven month old, and the two year old said that he was going into the other room to see Papa (grandad). Anyway, he was gone quite a while, so I went out to see what they were both up to, thinking that they would be happily playing with the trains or cars.
NO! The little boy wasn't with Papa at all, but in the kitchen, and when I walked into the room, this is what I was confronted with!
He had opened one of the drawers and found my nail varnish (of course, it had to be the darkest colour that I had) and was having great fun painting the kitchen cupboards and tiled floor. (When you consider the size of the tiny brush in a bottle of nail varnish, he had managed to spread it around quite a lot!).
We did try to remove it immediately with nail polish remover, and then white spirit, but to no avail, so something stronger will have to be looked for today.
The best bit really, was his little face looking up at me, as if to say "look what a masterpiece I've created for you, grandma."
As I said, it had been going so well up until then!`