Katie is FINALLY signed up for dance classes. This was her major request/birthday present LAST March. We took her the first week, signed up, let her try it and found out the dress code. Then life took over, so Sunday we were scrabbling to rush out to Target to get leotards and tights. We made it (thank you, Mom, Sara, Oli and Melanie!) and got two sets “just in case.” In this house, “just in case” is usually a necessity. Tuesday morning Katie got up and right into her dance outfit. She was so excited (forget that she had 10 hours before class)! She was holding Rachel for me at one point close to lunch time. All of a sudden, I hear, “Mom, she’s spitting up all over me. Great, now I need to change.” I responded (trying to minimize outfit changes to decrease the laundry load), “How bad can it be? We’ll just wipe it off.” Then I looked at her – head to toe and many places in between. Ugh. She wasn’t exaggerating. So she went upstairs and put on the back-up outfit. After school, we were all doing some chores. Grace said she smelled bleach. I hadn’t used bleach that day, so I shrugged it off (first mistake). A little while later, she said it again. Then Katie came over to me to show me something. Her leotard is black, I should mention. So I look at her and notice her tummy was rust-colored). Like it had been bleached… Uh-oh. At this point, there wasn’t time to get another one (mental note: TWO back-ups next time!), and there wasn’t time to wash the first one. So I did the only other thing I could think to do – I had her get a black sharpie and started coloring!
As we were getting coats and everything on, I looked up at Grace and noticed her soccer practice shirt had the same tell-tale rust color. Out came the trusty sharpie!
And, no, I still haven’t figured out where the bleach was (does dry erase board cleaner bleach?!? It says, “Non-toxic”)…
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