While looking back through some pictures the other day, I came across this one. Emma was painting at the kitchen table and I had to go upstairs for something. Soon after she came running up to inform me that Tate was painting himself. I quickly headed down, a little frustrated that I would have to, once again, clean up after another one of Tates adventures. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw him there in the middle of the table painting his tummy and every time he would stick the paint brush in his belly button he would giggle. I had to laugh and I no longer felt frustrated. I am thankful for little kids that help me lighten up a bit and enjoy life a little more.
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