The Dada painted a big closet in Alice’s bedroom last weekend (a.k.a. “the playroom.” Don’t tell her it’s just a closet. She doesn’t need to know). The paint was still wet at bedtime and just a bit stinky, so we told her she had to sleep in our bedroom.
At bedtime, Alice commented on the arrangements, telling us: “It has nasty chemicals that make your brain feel bad.”