Mama: So what did you do at nursery today, Little Miss?
LM: [pursing her lips, very serious] Garden.
Mama: You played in the garden? Did you have a good day?
Mama: Oh, why, what did you do?
LM: [still serious and solemn] Garden. Paint. Play.
Mama: You played with paint in the garden?
Mama: What colour was the paint?
LM: Blue. Not red.
Mama: No, not red [eyeing up the blue finger nails and streaks of blue here and there…] And what did you do with the paint, Little Miss?
LM: [motions rubbing her arms]
Mama: Who did you paint?
LM: Little Miss… [motions smearing on her face, starting to giggle]
LM: [looks blank]
Mama: Did you paint the other children?
LM: Yeh! Blue! [laughs]
Turns out we have a bit of a ring leader on our hands…
At nursery on Friday, Little Miss saw her opening and took it, grabbing the big bottle of blue paint and turning herself – and most of the other children by the looks of things at pick up time! – into Smurfs. They’d been hosed down (in the least violent and literal sense possible – I assume) but still some traces of blue remained amongst the gaggle; a blue fingernail here, a blue highlight there… Most of them had also had a change of clothes since this morning.
All the Other Half and I could do was laugh! Whoops!