J was so excited to paint pumpkins and make jack-o-lanterns. And he really had a blast making a huge mess with the paint. That is, until he somehow convinced himself that there was no more green paint in the jar. We kept showing him there was paint in it and putting his brush in there to show him he could still paint. But all we got in response was a whiny “there’s no more greeeeeennnnn.” We gave up painting about 20 minutes into the mysterious there’s-no-more-green-paint-but-really- there-is tantrum. Even with a whining older brother as the soundtrack to his afternoon, R really enjoyed pouring out the paint and trying to eat his paint brush… much to Dada’s dismay. He was very worried R was going to die of paint poisoning.
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