What the....

Today I learned how to hold my tongue and even my breath (and counted to 10). I was sitting on the computer this afternoon working on a few things for Kylee's blessing this Sunday and realized it was kind of quiet in the family room. I know this should be nice but in our house, quiet means some little boy is getting into trouble. So I get to the family room and Drew is not in there. Then I walk into my bedroom and into the bathroom and find this....

and this

I about died. I actually am very proud of myself for how I handled things. I didn't yell or spank or strangle my son. I just talked very sternly and let Drew know how disappointed I was in him and how he doesn't need to get into Mommy's things. I about died when his bottom lip started to quiver and I could tell he was trying not to cry. But I kept my composure so I wouldn't laugh because I didn't want him to think this was funny....you might think so but I couldn't laugh at it until after I spent an hour cleaning up the mess, a nap, and Ryan getting home and seeing what was left. Yes, I still have purple marks on my counter. This stuff is practically purple dye that I have been using on Kylee and me because we are suffering from a case of Thrush. I really hate Thrush. You can get it over the counter for really cheap and it is suppose to be better and faster than the medicine the doctor gives you. All I can say is I hate the color purple at the moment. I have a purple boy, a purple hand from cleaning it up, a baby with a purple mouth, and now a purple counter. I cleaned it up the best I can but there are still some purple smudges. I will try again tomorrow and hope it comes clean, if not, I guess we get a new counter top!