Stodmor’s Blog: Surviving motherhood without eating your young

my heart sank as i walked down the stairs.

i could smell what bird describes as “my favorite smell in the whole world.”

queen had found the spray can of paint.

this one to be exact:she evidently had some fumes for a bit before i arrived.

she was rolling on her bed giggling, pupils slightly dilated.

yeah, that was not all that got on her:the bed, clothes, neck, and around the mouth.

how does one remove permanent spray paint from a slightly buzzed girl?

“oh, i thought i smelled paint.” was what keats said as was trying to clean up queen.

and how long did this take?

it is a three mile round trip to pick up bear from school.