Saturday, March 21, 2009

How we got a Cherry 7-up stained ceiling

Jordan was about 2½ or 3 and in his throwing stage. Whenever he had something he shouldn't have, and we asked him for it, he would grin, throw it, and run. No matter how close we were to him, how we asked him, if we instructed him to put it in our hands, he always threw whatever it was.
One day he found a can of Cherry 7-up in the pantry. I, in my panicked state began to chase him around the house trying to get it from him, until I realized that the room temperature can was thoroughly being shaken. I approached him with my hands in the air, palms out so as not to threaten, and began to beg, plead, cajole, anything I could think of to get him to gently place it in my hand. No such luck! He gave a maniacal smile worthy of the best criminal holding a loaded weapon and then in true 007 style lobbed the can and escaped under the cover of a bomb and the panic it caused.
Over the last few years I have tried to wash the kitchen ceiling at least 3 or 4 times without success. We have finally painted over the splatter stains. As I write this I feel almost a sentimental sadness that they are gone. Almost....

2 comments:

The Sayamas said...

That's so funny! Kaemon went through the throwing stage, it totally drove us nuts. It was hard to keep our kitchen clean from food splatters and crums on the floor. I know the girl who bought our condo also bought some nice stains on our almost white grout!

I was just curious, what home builder are you and Paul going through?

Dahlene said...

Ha Ha. You don't know whether to laugh or cry at those moments, especially looking back. I love painting, because you can clean all those marks off that will never budge. Good job!