As its my dads birthday in a couple of weeks, we thought it would be nice for our daughter (16 months) to also give him a present. So at the weekend we put her hand and footprints on a piece of paper, each in a different colour. It looks really nice, my dad will be over the moon.
Last night I get in from work, my daughter is playing in her room, suspiciously quiet. I go in and see what she's doing and am greeted by a 3 foot Al Jolson.
She had rummaged in her cupboard, found the paints, taken them out of the box, screwed the lid off the black jar and smeared it all over her top half, hands, face hair, jumper. You can imagine the picture. To top it all, she had also made us a present of her hand prints. All over the wallpaper, her wardrobe, her bed.
I then got told off (to put it mildly) by my wife for laughing, although its her fault for putting the paint where Carys can reach it
