I always knew I was in for it, but I could never seem to stop myself!
My dad's paint cans sat in our garage when we were kids. There was something about them that called my name. They were filled with the paint colors that decorated our home, and they were sealed up tight... until I came along.
My favorite thing to do was take one of those paint store sticks, and begin to mix some of the colors... it made such interesting designs and new color combinations. To make it all much worse, when I ran off to play, I left the lids off and the paint brushes I had done my art work with, sitting beside the cans, so the paint got hard and dry on the brushes, and the paint in the cans was now a rainbow of colors, and drying quickly.
Later... my dad came into the garage, after I was long gone, and he knew I had done it again. He was not happy... times 10!
From my much older and hopefully wiser viewpoint, I have to wonder what I was thinking. That, of course, is the problem... I wasn't.
Years later, we all laughed at those 'paint' stories. I grew up and started my own shelves of paint cans in the garage, neat as a pin with the lids shut tight!
The moral of the story...
Don't get into your dad's paint cans without cleaning up your brushes and sealing the lids.
Don't take the lid off of what is calling your name when you know good and well that trouble is sure to follow.