Today, Olivia wanted peanut butter and apples for lunch. I made her a nice plate and went back to the kitchen to do some dishes. A few minutes later, I heard "Icky, don't lick my arms!" I went to shoo him away and this is what I found:
She said "Mommy, I painted my arms and now Icky's licking it. Make him stop!" I tried to be mad and explain that we don't smear food all over ourselves, but I couldn't do it. About 10 seconds in, I burst out laughing. So, we called her dad so she could tell him what she had done. I was hoping he would scold her, but he laughed just as hard as I did.
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