
I kept telling Christopher that he could NOT use some leftover paint for his backyard building, and I kept having to go out and remove the paint from him (I thought I had sufficiently gotten rid of the paint the first time). He was so mad at me and couldn't understand why I was interfering with his big plans. I don't know why he can't comprehend that "paint ruins everything it gets on" (a sentence I used several different times while we discussed it). Anyway, he ended up ruining his clothes and Andrew's, and I still don't think he understands why I was so upset with him. This picture is before the clothes were ruined. Andrew is just watching and learning...

This is Andrew peeking out from the back of the little dollhouse we made. He thought it was great that it was the same size as him. We quickly moved it to a higher level, before he got any climbing ideas or anything.