All I heard after Wyatt went potty was him scrambling to get the paper down on his easel.
As I went to see what he was doing I walked into Wyatt on this chair with the paper half way down and pant less.
I said " don't you want you pants on?" His reply... "Nope... me paint mom." *he pauses and looks at me... "Paaaaaiiinnnttttt! K?"
Then he gave me this look.
How can you say no to that.
So I grabbed his paint shirt and the only paints that he has left and let him have at it.
Pant less in all.
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