It happens every time - a new baby comes into the house and the former youngest of the family instantly becomes dangerous. Perhaps they feel they will be cheated of the attention they enjoyed.......whatever it is, we usually forget about this phenomenon in the excitement of the baby and have to learn the hard way.
P.S. No, that's not blood - it is however an entire bottle of red nail polish - this picture was taken after I'd already wiped up whatever was still wet when Monica found him.
4 comments:
Haha...wow. I love his face, looks like he's just talking as if it's no big deal :)
Hey, it's a great story to tell when he's grown ;)
Hope you all are well!
Oh boy~do I remember those days--we still have the boxsprings that Daniel decorated with permanent markers! The lipsticked walls have long been painted over~but nail polish?? That had to be awful to get off!
What a cutie! I love his face!
Blessings,
The Hopes
How funny! Hmmm... reminds me of a certain little brother too!
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