This one is down-right false because there is no way that kid is holding one of these things and not attempting to manipulate it unless he was a) drugged, or b) his arm was photo-shopped in there.
At least on this one they apparently didn't give the child the paints, which is a little bit closer to truth, I guess.If we kind of pretend that he's reaching out for the real one sitting there encased in plastic, the lawyers said we could get away with a clean kid.
But if you want a true picture of what you're getting in to,
Come over some Saturday after we've given in and let them play with them.
If Social Services had stopped by, which I do expect will be any day, I would have had some explaining to do since orange and purple paint soaked through a T-shirt onto dry skin looks freakishly like a battering of bruises along and ENTIRE torso. Forget fancy Halloween make-up in the future. When Patric picked up the "artwork" he had to hold it over the trash to let it drip for awhile. For the rest of the weekend--meaning for the next two days--every Chlorox wipe that ran over that table came up orangey-brown. Yum.
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