If there's one thing I've learned in my three and a half years of parenting, it's that if the children are quiet for any length of time something fishy is going on.
After a wonderful afternoon exploring the rockpools with Minty's best friend Aerin, the kids were playing quietly in the bedroom. We were in the kitchen having a cup of tea and remarking on how lovely it was that the girls were including Turi in their game and congratulating ourselves on their burgeoning maturity.
Then Turi emerged from the room looking like a cross between Eden Wood and this…
It turns out that during the period of apparent peace and quiet the girls had helped themselves to the bathroom cabinets and mixed a slurry of contact lens fluid and foundation. Turi was elected as the test subject for their new cosmetic creation and they had applied it liberally to his face and caked it into his hair.
Somewhere after the third lather of shampoo I began to realise it wasn't shifting. His hair had the texture of stiff carpet pile and there was an uncanny lack of tonal variation between his face and hair. I momentarily considered giving him a buzz cut until Aerin's mum, in a flash of brilliance, suggested we try sorbolene cream. It took around half an hour of massaging the hair mask until his hair began to return to its normal texture. So no permanent damage done, but I think it goes without saying I now have a renewed distrust of silence!
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Ha ha! Yes, I learned that too. A quiet house often meant that they were into something that would mean a great deal of cleaning up afterwards.
ReplyDeleteLovely beach shots by the way! :)
This made me laugh!
ReplyDeleteLast time I was in this situation, Matilda and her friend were making a mountain (seriously, it was about adult chest height) in the bath tub out of clean clothes from my wardrobe and then covering them in entire bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
Good times.