It was 101F today in Los Angeles so I decided to take Beatrice to a new indoor playground that recently opened up in our neighborhood. Inside there were several rooms dedicated to different activities like crafts, puppets, and reading. In the far corner of one small room off the main hallway there was a small table and on that table was a small cup of yellow fingerpaint left over from an earlier crafts session.
We walked inside, I set Arthur down on the floor in his carseat, and immediately, immediately, upon entering the play area Beatrice ran directly into the paint room, grabbed the cup of yellow paint, ran back out, and poured it all over Arthur, shouting, "Paint, Arthur!"
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