Yesterday afternoon, after I had mentioned how peaceful it was in my house, Spenser got into my fingernail polish. Luckily the fumes alerted me to the situation pretty early on, and I was able to stop her. Unfortunately, it was after she got it on the sofa, a pillow, and all over her pajamas. (Yes, there was so much polish that it soaked through her pajama shirt onto her stomach!) Trying to clean it up was worse. The smell of the fingernail polish and removal gave me a quick headache. It's now finally starting to come off my hands.
The boys went out to play in the snow. Jack climbed the neighbor's fence to clean off the snow. Reminds me a lot of this. Hmm. Another escape route.