Chloe is not washing the dishes at some back alley of a coffee shop. She's cleaning up her paint brushes and containers. She is getting wetter and wetter but the containers are still stuck with blobs of hardened paint. And so she knows cos the next moment she prompted me to remove her wet t-shirt.
Chloe: 'Mummy, wet.' (Pointing to her soaked through shirt)
Me: 'Ok, we take it off.'
Chloe: 'Mummy, wet.' (Pointing to her soaked through shirt)
Me: 'Ok, we take it off.'
So here she is, very happy and trying to lift the pail of water to pour over her head.
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