The other day, we spent some time finger painting in the morning. Then, after we cleaned up and I went on to do some housework, apparently Harry decided that he was not quite done with the activity. He proceeded to empty an entire bottle of red tempera paint on the hardwood floor (not carpet, thankfully - that's why we don't actually have any carpet) and smeared it all over the dining room and himself. Red paint everywhere is simply more than I can bear. I'm trying to think of a place where I can put it in Bess' reach but not Harry's - but those places are pretty scarce these days.
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