Caeden loves color. He'll take it in any form whether it be markers, crayons, colored pencils, water colors, paint ... and most recently: food dye.
It isn't enough that I run after him all day long, trying to make sure the markers stay on the paper, paint on the brush, crayons on the coloring book ... and all out of Claire's eager fingers. Now, we've got permanent color whirling in the mixer with water and sounds of pure joy as red and blue turn into purple and purple with lots of green turns to a murky brown ... I just made sure to stand back...
Caeden stood at the counter most of the afternoon playing with different colors. He knew this was sort of a taboo thing to be doing, and he loved it all the more that I let him do it anyway.
Claire was happy as could be watching the mad scientist and eating raspberries. (I am happy every time I open the freezer and see stacks of local, organic raspberries piled into bags from our late summer harvest outing from a farm north of here. They taste sooo good.)
And you know, she was stained from head to toe with pink juice. Caeden - not a speck on him (and he emptied all 4 bottles of dye).
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