It was 70 degrees last Wednesday, but our back yard was still a muddy mess, so I sent Emma off to the front porch for some painting.
It took me 30 minutes to find the paints and a brush [we used to have a bunch of brushes - now we have one straggly piece of junk brush that I may have used to dig something out of the garbage disposal], but she didn’t mind … and it was worth it.
Okay, okay. I guess I went a little overboard with the pictures, but she doesn’t get to paint very much with a curious sister who eats everything she touches.
Yeah … I’m talking to YOU, cutie pie.