Why, yes! How'd you know? I was stirring water I had left standing in a paint cup back into the paint so that it would be ready to use for the student sitting right next to where I was standing and mixing. These are plastic cups and slippery little suckers. I dropped the cup of paint. It landed on the table, tipped, and catapulted freshly mixed white tempera paint all over his arms, chest, and legs. He wasn't completely covered, but the spray from the cup did it's work very well. First, I was completely surprised because of how gently I needed to hold the cup to keep from collapsing it. That being so, I just didn't have the sensitivity to keep hold. Second, I quickly became amused but I didn't show it. I had to get him cleaned enough to keep from making a further mess and I had to keep class going. No time to chuckle at all. Now, before all you mothers out there get angry, this paint washes out with water and soap super enhances the washing effort. I sent home a note to his mother letting her know what should be done with the paint in his clothes and that she could call me at school if she felt it was necessary. All in all, a funny day in art.