Misty Lavender
No, it's not the name of George's future girlfriend (at least I hope not). It's the name of the color of powdered pigment that George decided to pour all over himself this afternoon. I was in my craft room/office trying to finish up a transcript and George snuck in. At first he entertained himself by drawing on an easel. Then he snuck over to a little set of drawers I had temporarily set on the floor. He opened the top drawer and helped himself to a little bottle of Pearl Ex powder. The next thing I knew, he was giggling and covered in purple powder. I grabbed George and yelled for DH (who was headed out the door) to come back and bring me a paper towel, since my hand was covered in powder and I didn't want my purple fingerprints all over. He brought me a towel, I cleaned off my hand and then unsnapped the legs of George's pants. I was able to fold up the pant legs to contain the powder while I carried George outside. Then I let the legs down and shook off as much powder as I could, then George got to disrobe on the front lawn. He was carried in for a quick cleanup since one foot was entirely purple and he had some glam lavender sparkles on his eyebrow. I sprayed some Shout on George's outfit, took a picture, threw the clothes in the wash and prayed for the best. Then I vacuumed up as much powder as I could from the floor, sprayed cleaner on the carpet and hoped for a miracle. The outfit came out perfect, the carpet is now blue. I'm thinking I shouldn't choose outfits with suggestive phrases on them anymore for George. Perhaps it just became a self-fulfilling prophecy?
