Run-off blotched my hands fuscia, my mind hugging memories of little boys busy with brushes.
Colorful vestiges of pre-school crafts. Back when art supplies stayed out 24-7. When art trumped almost all. Days long forgotten.
Or so I thought.
"What happened to the paint bottles?" Jamie asked tonight.
He'd apparently spied the bottles in the shed, figured them into a stay-at-home date night with Oli.
Happy with our regained usefulness, the craft corner and I yielded creative alternatives.
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sweet.
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