A few months before Christmas in 1962, Lila and I were making plaster of Paris figurines and wall hangings for Christmas gifts for family. We did our work at Lila’s home when ever we had the chance to get together. Christmas was closing in and I decided to do some of my work at home to meet the Christmas deadline. I boxed up the partially finished items, spray paints, and brushes and put them in the back seat of my car. David and Jon were the only children I had with me that particular day. I had phoned in a prescription earlier to be picked up before I left for home so I dropped by the drug store knowing all I had to do was run in and pick it up. I told the two boys what I planned to do and I would be gone just a short time while I picked up my medicine. I parked directly in front of the drug store, hurried inside to get my medicine. To my amazement there was a long checkout line. My “little while” turned out to be longer. I paid for my purchase and hurried out the door and when I looked at my car I could not see inside the windows, when I opened the door I found out why; David had gotten the black spray paint out of my box and literally painted Jon’s face and hands black. Jon was standing in the front seat looking like a little colored boy fluttering his super long eyelashes that was sticky with paint. David was cowered down on the floor in the back of the car hiding. Jon was dressed in what was then called “hot dogs”. They looked like what was later called a hooded jogging suit. His red Hot Dog suit with the hood covered all of his flesh except for his hands and face. I had a mixture of emotions; angry at David, but the sight of how Jon looked and constantly batting those long lashes was all but hysterical. I let the car air out a bit before leaving for home. I did not want anyone to see what my two angels had done. Each time I started to “chew” David out as I drove home, the sight of Jon staring at me with those big brown eyes and batting those lashes cracked me up. This made David go from thinking he was a bad boy to being a cute boy. Besides all of this; both boys were literally drunk from the fumes. The irony of all of this was as badly as the car was filled with the paint haze, not one spot of my car had any paint residue on my red seat covers.

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