The other day after I had swept and mopped again, the kitchen floor was disgusting by the end of the day, and I commented to Jacob on it. He said something about our kids being messy. I had to correct him. Our kids are dirty. And they make our house dirty. And messy. But especially dirty. Messy I can deal with. You just pick up the toys and paper and crayons. Dirty requires more time and effort. And by far, Annie is the dirtiest and messiest of all the kids at the moment.
She can make a mess with chocolate.
With markers (and this is a mild example of some of her marker shenanigans).
And with paint. Yes, that is paint, not blood and gore.
You can't see how she got both of her arms covered in paint, too. Besides getting my shirt, the table, chair, and everything she touched between the table and the bathtub, including the bathtub covered in paint. She was not happy to be stopped in her mess-making and threw a good long tantrum while being cleaned up, and afterwards.
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