I know you are all on the edge of your seats wondering how the 'paint all over the new carpet while we are in the middle of a huge move' story ends…..
Outside of Solomon being grounded until he is able to leave home (we would just take away Santa but Santa gave him the finger months ago) I quickly drove (as quick as you can on icy roads anyway) to Home Depot to pick up the best invention ever: The Traffic Master. I spoke to the paint people there who looked at me with grim, horror stricken faces, gave me some mumbled words of advice (something about getting all the paint out or it will dry crunchy, as if that were the worst of it!) and sent me on my way.
An hour later, the bright blue blotch (and by blotch I mean a 3 feet by 2 feet area) was completely gone and the carpet, although completely soaked, was as good as new, kind of.
Kurt, on the other hand, had died a little inside. And by the time I had put the two little ones to bed, gotten the four 10 year old boys in the house quieted down and made my way upstairs, he was in a sound, but fitful, sleep.
Solomon awoke the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and made his way downstairs before us, ate half the donuts that were intended for the big kids, and later started singing: You'd Better Watch Out, You'd Better Not Cry…..mixed in with a little What Does the Fox Say.
I will tell you what the fox says: NO SANTA FOR YOU KID! NOT EVER, EVER, EVER! Tra la la la la la la la la!
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