Wyatt hopped out of the bath tub tonight and came into the living room sopping wet. "Somebody put green paint on the curtain," he said averting his eyes.
We have green shampoo that we call green paint in order for us to be able to wash his hair, and it really is green. Like, really green. I shuttered to think that my white shower curtain was covered in horrific "green paint".
"Really, who would have done that?" Brett asked.
"I sink it was a guy. A really sneaky guy. With squirters on his hands. Green paint squirters. It wasn't me. Nope, not me. I'm not lying."
Luckily the sneaky-green-paint-squirter-guy wasn't too liberal with the paint, and he only got it on the liner. If he ever comes in the house again, Wyatt said he would warn him that only grown ups are allowed to touch the green paint.
