I have so not been a blogging mentality lately thus no picture of the culprit. . . we were sitting in the family room last night talking with friends while McKay was in the pantry looking for balloons. At least that is what I thought he was doing until he walked out covered in paint. He got a tube of craft paint and painted some piece of wood that were next to the paint (just like mom does right?) and he smeared it on the floor . . . then walked through it, and made the most adorable yellow footprints right up to the kitchen table. His new church pants were covered. I tried to take a photo, but when my card was full I said forget it, and just worked on cleanup. Thanks to Rochelle scrubbing , his pants may be salvaged. . . we will see.
I was tempting fate by leaving my paint where I did. It is mostly my own fault. 
