JT appears to have aspirations to become a painter. He did this in less than 10 minutes. I was making the dinner of champions, DiGorno's cheese pizza, and he was creating a masterpiece. He had announced that he needed to pee, because it is necessary to announce it to everyone in earshot when you are 3. I realized that he had not come back to announce that he was "done" and he was quiet. NOT good. So I send the Wild Indian to go check on him. He comes running back into the kitchen yelling, "JT is in BIG trouble!" I began to smell the stench of trim paint about halfway there. Here is what I found. 
Note the discarded jean shorts and resistance ball on the floor. I ave NO clue how he got the paint opened.
Note the discarded jean shorts and resistance ball on the floor. I ave NO clue how he got the paint opened.
The conversation went a little something like this.
Me: "WHAT DID YOU DO!!!???"
JT: "I painting."
Me: "WHY" (Like a 3-yr-old can tell you why)
JT: "I helping."
It is high-gloss trim paint. I washed as much off as I could (off of the wall AND off of him.) Now I have to sand, prime with a sealer stuff, and repaint. Yeah me!!!!! Its been 3 weeks and I just don't have the fortitude to fix it yet.
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