I prefer not to use food coloring. I keep the stuff on hand for Easter and the occasional cake decorating. Apparently I kept it a little too accessible, and wandering hands found it in a kitchen drawer. In this case, pictures speak louder than words. I took them after I cleaned up the width of the kitchen — thank God for laminate floors! As for the table, I’ll have to wait for it to fade away, much like the dye on her skin and toes!
Is she remorseful? I don’t think so. She did it again an hour later. I took the hint and moved the coloring. Lesson learned. Amazingly enough, the pajamas weren’t ruined.