In the few seconds it took me to smear concealer under my eyes this morning, Lucas climbed up on the toilet, grabbed the nail polish I thought I had put out of his reach, opened it, and spilled it all over himself (a brand new shirt!), the toilet seat and the floor. All this while I was standing there looking into the mirror!
Then, when I grabbed the nail polish remover (a mere 15 feet away), he pulled the major part of toilet paper off the roll - I guess he was trying to help clean!?
As I reached for more polish remover, he decided to swish his hands in the toilet water to "clean" them off.
I guess I should get used to these disastrous daily little messes. I'm sure I'll be dealing with them for many years to come.
