Why does my normally oh- so- sensible child wait until I feel like crap to turn into a monkey? She *kicked* over a glass of orange juice and got it all over our fabric blinds, and up the window then followed up by writing on the couch with red crayon...
Rather than telling me - who was resting. She tried to wash up herself. Sweet, but very ineffective for anything but smearing orange juice into the crayoned sofa...
AND she says she's not at all tired, doesn't want a nap and doesn't agree with watching TV on a perfectly nice day.
Sigh.
When I care again - how do I remove crayon from a sofa?
Rather than telling me - who was resting. She tried to wash up herself. Sweet, but very ineffective for anything but smearing orange juice into the crayoned sofa...
AND she says she's not at all tired, doesn't want a nap and doesn't agree with watching TV on a perfectly nice day.
Sigh.
When I care again - how do I remove crayon from a sofa?







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