But that would be too long of a title.
Although it did happen, just like that.
Look! Sunshine! Let us paint outside in a picturesque manner!
Mom. Why cant we use YOUR PAINTS?
Mom. She bumped me!
MOM. HE SHOT ME IN THE FACE WITH A NERF ARROW.
Oh, I say, that was very very mean. Come here baby. Are you okay? Good, now excuse me I have to try and get this clump of aspens just right.
Very bad mothering avoidance at its finest.
This is was oil painting has become for me I think. Two or so hours of IGNORING IT ALL WHILST MAKING HAPPY LITTLE TREES.
In any case.
I am still not happy with the tree but, ah, its now bedtime-ish and I SURVIVED ANOTHER MONDAY. So, there is that.
HA HA HA.