The nine-year-old insisted on painting the wooden frame of her dry-erase board, much to my dismay. Just as I feared would happen, she got paint on her shirt.
The eight-year-old was content to simply cover the frame with stickers. But the stickers were covered in glitter, which we all know was spawned in the infernal realms.
The six-year-old begged to be allowed to paint her frame, but she was wearing much nicer clothing than the nine-year-old. So I told her no. She put a bunch of stickers on, and then asked her oldest sister, who was already painting, if she would consent to paint hers also. She agreed. Unfortunately, the six-year-old still managed to get blue paint on the white lace trim of her shirt. Grr!
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