I painted the boys like Box Trolls, and they danced around, played drums on their chest boxes, and muttered the little Box Troll language to each other. Later, my wife washed the green paint off of them. Once washed, I was trying to get one of my sons, Eli, out of the tub. My wife said “I guess it’s ok to get him out, but I haven’t washed his butt yet.” My other son, Luke, said, “do you know why that’s ok? Because daddy didn’t paint our butts.”
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