I go above and beyond my job as a Mom when I let the oldest two of my pack of raccoons paint. It's always a special treat when I get up the nerve to pull the paints off of the shelf, get out the easel, and let the kids go to town. It just makes me nervous thinking about what could go wrong-the situation can get ugly so darn quickly. I never venture far from these two when they are painting. In fact, you can usually find me just a few feet from them with ample warm washcloths in hand-ready to wipe up those handprints that have found themselves out of the "safe zone". Notice the kids are sans clothes-let's just say I've learned my lessons.
Picasso is pooped out. Time for a nap.
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