Fast Forward to the next morning.
The girls wake up and I ask Cody if he would get them because I wanted to sleep. He gets up, walks into their room and shouts, "What did you do!? Stacey, get in here!"
(A little background info. Chloe learned how to get out of her room. That night we closed and locked the hallway door and the bathroom door, but didn't lock the office because we wouldn't be able to get in. We also picked up all the paint supplies except the paint trays because we knew by morning the paint would be dry. .....It was, except when you stick your hands in it and stir it up, you get all the wet paint underneath all over you.)
When I went in their room, this is what I found.
Chloe loves getting in Preslie's crib (which she is not allowed to do) so Preslie was also painted.
And in the office...
Chloe had so much paint in her hair that Cody told her we might have to cut it off. She said, "Like Tangled?" And started screaming hysterically, holding her hands over her hair. Luckily we didn't have to cut it, but it took awhile to get out!
We turned the doorknob around and now when she sleeps, she sleeps as a prisoner, locked in her own room. I think we're all safer that way.