Yesterday as I was making dinner, Maryanne decided to make her own fun. She grabbed a bottle of paint out of our Sterilite box that houses all the school supplies, and started to empty it into the lid of the box. Yes, you can give me the bad mom award for not putting it up high; but, I truly did not know she could open the box when the lid was on it. The box has since been moved out of reach. The best part was that this was the second time she'd gotten into the paint. The first time, she just squirted a little bit onto a piece of cardboard. I promptly put the paint in the box, and put the lid on it. Then, I heard Andrew say, "Aww, Maryanne!" I ran to the entrance of the kitchen to see what the problem was. Once I saw what she'd done, I stood there transfixed, swinging my head between my pot of chicken boiling on the stove which was about to overflow because I forgot to turn down the heat, and Maryanne who was rubbing her hands all over in the paint. I decided to save ...