Poor Corwin. As part of his school activities, he got a packet of ink mix, bsaed on a formulation used in WIlliamsburg in colonial times. I loaned him one of my glass quill pens. He mixed up the ink and tried a bit of writing with the pen.
After he was done, he tried to take the bowl of ink over to the sink to cover it for later. Of course he managed to drop the bowl on the way, creating quite the mess. Corwin was in near tears. I thought it was because he was concerned about the parental blowback from the spill, but Mom tells me it was really because he had lost all of his ink and messed up one of his favorite shirts.
Corwin made a weak attempt at cleanup, which turned out to create more of a mess than when he started. He got some facial tissues and mopped up some ink with them, but then put them on top of the counter so that most of the ink leaked back out, down the sides of the cabinets and pooling in one of the drawers.
We sent Corwin off to shower while I cleaned and Mom attempted to keep the CAP patrol from contributing to the mess. For quite a while, every time I thought I had nearly finished, I would discover yet another place that Corwin had managed to get ink (like the closed drawer mentioned above).
I think we’ll restrict him to smaller quantities next time.
I let Corwin use some of my parchment, ink and glass quill today. He only spilled a little ink, although he did snap the tip off the quill.
