It happened. Libby checked a rite of passage off her list. She wrote on the wall. All OVER the wall. We'd been outside playing and made our way in. I sat (my very tired and pregnant self) down in the living room. She was coming and going as usual between the living room and kitchen. After a minute I noticed the door between the two rooms was closed. I called her in the room and asked her to open the door. She did with no complaint. A minute or so later, Drew came in the door from work. I heard him say, "Libby, what have you done?" They were having a conversation, then she walked in the room. Drew had sent her in to report to me. But when I asked her what she'd done, she kept quiet. No response.
When I rounded the corner, this is what I saw...
Holy wall drawings!!
She knew she was in BIG trouble. She immediately burst into tears. I didn't freak out or yell, I attribute that partially to being stunned. I had her go sit on the other wall. This tore her up. She began wailing. And did so for the next five minutes. Thanks to a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, the "art" came off. Wow, glad we have that behind us.
Her timing couldn't have been any better. We were having company the very next night.
We had a great group of friends over for Couples Bunco Friday night. 24 people total, a full house!
There was nary a dull moment. This was one loud and crazy group of folks!
The night was a success! Thanks, everyone, for an entertaining evening!
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