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After our two-year-old son’s bath we decided to let him air out. I know, you already know what’s going to happen. While I was working on some work for my graduate program my wife heard, “poo, poo, poo.” That usually means “Winnie the Pooh,” but this time, you guessed it-he took a crap right on one of my reading assignments for a philosophy of language course. I guess my son has an early start at hating “the linguistic turn” in philosophy. I think Deleuze did the exact same thing once.
This is the 2nd time she painted solo. The first time, she woke up extra early one morning and instead of waking me…..she got the paint…the red paint. She painted herself, a backdoor, 3 kitchen cabinets fronts, an oval-ish shape on the wall by the t.v. , the fireplace surround on the left hand side and 1/4 of a weenie dog…oh and 3 pieces of cheese.
This time she pretty much limited her canvas to her self, and her shoes.
While in my bedroom putting away laundry, my kids became eerily quiet. I went out to the living room to find my son’s head completely green and my daughter holding food coloring bottles. I of course panicked and starting calling family and friends to help me figure out how to get him clean. I got many laughs while telling the story. After scrubbing for an hour, he did come clean…..and now the food coloring is out of their reach!
