We had been home for a total of fifteen minutes. I was in the kitchen throwing dinner together and Nick was taking a shower. I heard him come out, followed by several "Oh no's." There was some muttering, and then he called my name. I knew it was bad, so I just took my time finishing the meal, getting in a few deep breaths before going to look at the damage. Berlyn had climbed on top of a stack of paper, dug her hands around my scrapbook bin, and found CHALK. Flaky, oily chalk that is for my paper crafts. Chalk that I now regret ever initially borrowing from Heather, then coveting, and eventually buying for myself only to very rarely use. Chalk that is now crumbled and smashed into my once white (hahahahah) carpet. Carpet that I just spent an hour spot cleaning last week. After picking up the pieces, vacuuming the crumbs, dumping Shout and scrubbing my heart out......................................................... there's still a beautiful rainbow of colors to decorate the floor in front of my bed. The end.
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