Dane came home last night before bedtime! Always good. And he was just in time to explain to Owen that We Don’t Hit, But We Do Brush Our Teeth. Also good, as my previous explanations on these topics were not getting through.

And this morning we’ve already built with blocks and painted! I filled the kitchen sink with water to wash the paintbrushes (which you already know was a foolish plan)—about half ended up on the floor, and the other half ended up purple. Abigail wanted to bottle the purple water to sell as perfume: “We can put it in pretty containers! And label it! It can say ‘purple water to make people smell like paint water’! And we can put it in the store and sell it!” Because who wouldn’t want to smell like paint water? And (assuming there was such a person) they certainly couldn’t be expected to make their own!

And now there’s a lot of jumping on the bed going on with assorted hollers and whoops, and I probably should get in there soon…