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I HATE GLITTER!!!!!!
I came downstairs from my shower to find that Éiden, who has been only wearing socks and underwear since tiring of his Superman costume, was covered -- and I do mean covered -- with glitter from his eyes all the way down to his ankles.
"Éiden, how did this happen?" I ask while futilely attempting to remove the glitter from his skin.
"I wanted to see which picture was mine."
On Sunday, the boys both made glitter pictures which were placed up high on a shelf to dry. Apparently, finding out which picture was his involved carefully removing as much glitter from the pictures as was humanly possibly and then reapplying it to every inch of bare skin. Arrrghhh!
"Éiden, how did this happen?" I ask while futilely attempting to remove the glitter from his skin.
"I wanted to see which picture was mine."
On Sunday, the boys both made glitter pictures which were placed up high on a shelf to dry. Apparently, finding out which picture was his involved carefully removing as much glitter from the pictures as was humanly possibly and then reapplying it to every inch of bare skin. Arrrghhh!