Every morning, Jack wakes up and comes downstairs to greet me with gifts--little bits of fuzz from his bedtime blanket. He's collected them since he was a baby.
We love to paint, with one rule--when we start painting our bodies, painting time is over.
After months of patient instruction about how markers dry out if their lids don't stay on, Jack discovers you can turn marker lids into claws. Time to divide markers into "drawing markers" and "claw markers," I guess...
(Please note that my son has CLOTHES on in the last photo. Who knew all I had to do was turn the heater off?)
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