Forget the Vaseline, how about nail polish?

So, I'm getting paid back for ruining so much of my parents' furniture with nail polish remover. Karma's a bitch.

Maddie decided to try and paint her own toenails the other day while I was taking a nap with Brady. She hauled all of the stuff upstairs to her room that she would need, and proceeded to paint her toes, feet, carpet and nightstand purple and red.

So pretty!

She was so freakin' cute, she looked so proud of herself that she had surprised me by being a big girl and painting her own toes. She really didn't MEAN to spill the polish on the carpet. There is no WAY I could get mad at her. Daddy and I just had a talk with her that next time she wanted to be a princess and paint her nails, she should ask for help first.


This MAY just be the cutest thing she's done. ALL little girls get into Mommy's makeup or nail polish at least once, it's a right of passage. I remember doing that kind of thing when I was a little girl too.

So, I got the honor of spending about 2 hours on my hands and knees with industrial acetone, scrubbing and scrubbing the carpet, trimming some fibers, and praying that it would come out. It did! Carpet looks good as new, it just smells to holy hell in there, so Maddie got a couple of nights sleeping in "Grandma and Grandpa's room" on their bed while her room cleared out. And you know what else I discovered? The Mr. Clean magic eraser takes nail polish off of bedside tables without damaging the paint or finish! Who knew?


I love my kids. I don't care how big of mess they make, these are things I'll never forget. And I don't want to.


BUT, I feel like Mr. Clean could've saved my mom a bunch of headaches if he would have JUST came out with his eraser about 33 years ago. Damn that bald guy.