....when your darling little ones goes down to the family room to play with her brothers and comes back up looking like this:
That, dear readers, would be glitter. And not the organic, all natural, co-op grown kiddies non-toxic glitter, either. That would be the industrial, hardcore, removal only by sandblaster and 53 hail-marys, eat your insides out glitter.
That, dear readers, would be Gary the Snail. In bubble gum form. Stuck to the side of the monitor.
The difference is that while I was busy taking snapshots of it, daddy was busy completely losing his shit about it. Camera vs. paper towels? Camera wins, ever time.