"Stephanie? Can you come down here? You need to see what the twins have done."
Immediately that sounded bad. Hubby had been on the phone for the last 15-20 minutes with his chatty Grandmother and I'd been pricing tuxedos online for the twins who are going to be ringbearers in my brothers wedding mid-May. The twins were in the basement playing Star Wars Guys. We typically don't let them play down there very long alone because it is harder to hear them. However, the main room has been toddler proofed as has the laundry room side minus a few boxes tossed in there from the recent kitchen remodel. One box was craft items that all formally resided in a children's craft cabinet. These craft items included around 6 squeeze bottles of kid's paints.
The twins have been really into arts and crafts lately. Crayons, markers, chalk, stamping, stickers, gluing things, but we hadn't pulled out the paints in a while. Clearly a mistake on my part as they've apparently watched Daddy and I painting the walls, cabinets, furniture, and trim of the kitchen with envy. "Only on paper" has been the phrase of day as we do each art project and with the exception of occasionally going off the side of the paper on to the table or floor, I think they finally get it. We haven't had a crayon scribble on the walls or table in months. We never really covered the rules of paint though ...

I went to see what happened and observed what looked like a murder scene on my carpeted basement stairs. There were large puddles of red paint and a few puddles of brown paint that at first glance looked more like wet blood vs dried. I walked past that to see a rainbow of colors splattered Jackson Pollock style on removable panels of FLOR carpeting of the exercise portion of the divided room. I also could clearly see paint spilled on the linoleum floor of the laundry room. (Deep Breath)