You think my brother is the Joyful Mess, but I might follow in his footsteps. This is what happens when I scoot all the way over to the Christmas tree, grab Austin's hand-painted ornament, and start eating it. Luckily, Mom and Dad just laughed at the glitter on my face and hands and the fact that my tongue was blue. Had I been kiddo number one, however, I'm sure they would have completely freaked out that I "ate" paint...at only 5.5 months old. Oh well. I thought it was great!
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