Boodle-nator

I now know why I often feel like I never get anything accomplished. This was not on my to-do list yesterday:

Clean up 8 bottles of paint Lincoln empties in the guest room.

Granted, of all the paints in the house he chose to splatter washable finger paints around the room. And of all the rooms in the house he chose to destroy the pink room---the only room in the house we haven't started on yet. So it could have been much, much worse.

But still.