To those calling me a "cool mum" for allowing my kids to color themselves and each other (thank you, btw), here is the rest of the story:
First things first. As a birthday gift, the husband wanted a portrait of us three for his office.
Ya, that didn't work out.
But I got these ones that I really like:
Anyway, we had a lot of fun with the colors. When J got home from work that afternoon, we colored his face and his belly, too, ate cake and steaks and played Sioux.
Before bedtime, we put the kids in the bathtub for a great scrub-down, and I thought all was well. I admit I thought I was kind of cool. I replied to the comments of my last post this morning, saying: No worries, no children or furniture were permanently damaged by the experiment.
Until today, 2pm. I had just managed to put the baby down for a nap, when the Miss came up and I shrieked something like "hüüüüüüüüüuüiiiiiiiii" because she had thought, apparently, that it would be a great idea to do the coloring thing AGAIN.
Her face, her feet, the soles of her feet(!) her hands... they were pitch-black. And so were our walls, the steps of our brand-new staircase, the railing... anything she managed to touch on her way up. :D
So, the joke's on me. It's taken me over an hour to wipe all the surfaces, to get her into the bathtub again, and to get Sisie to sleep again.
So be forewarned, if you try this at home, make sure you tell your kids that it's not an everyday type of activity. (Also rub them with oil beforehand so the stuff comes off more easily. And please use non-toxic colors.)
Anyway. For the rest of the week, we're on chalk.
And thank you so much, Darcy! (I love your name and the person on which it is based.. and your blog is fantastic.)