Distracted

I leave Abigail painting in the kitchen while I go downstairs for a few minutes. After said few minutes expired, Abigail comes down stairs with green paint all over her legs and hands.

Mom: Abigail, I'm so sad you painted on your skin. I guess that means I have to take the paint away for a while. What a bummer.

Abigail: I'm so sorry Mom. I got distracted. I was trying to write my name on the paper and I got distracted.

Mom: Yes, I see this.