Painting in Dad's Shirts

I tried desperately to do a bit of work today hoping the girls would just "chill" and "hang-out". It didn't happen and I got tired of the constant cries, arguing and complaining. I shrouded them in H's work shirts (the one's I keep threatening to throw out) and we just painted the afternoon away. No rules, "Just go crazy", I said. On a side note, I am not going to mention the shirt thing to H, maybe he'll notice or maybe he'll read my blog... ... ... or maybe, just maybe, I'll get away with it.