After making a fairly large mess with paint on feet, I had to put the children in the tub.
By the time they and the paint were cleaned up, it was time to start dinner.
While I was in the kitchen preparing food (we have to eat), the children were upstairs making a mess.
How unusual.
They found markers and decorated themselves and Brandt's bedroom walls.
Why can't they be content with the messes I let them make?
And who exactly was coloring on whom?
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