Now, I'll start by saying that after I painted these letters, when they were laying on the kitchen table drying, Mason would not leave them alone. I couldn't keep his little fingers off of them.
Of course, as soon as I tried to snap a few pictures, those letters where like hot coals in his hands. He threw them on the ground, flung them across the grass, kicked and screamed and ran away and did anything possible to get away from holding them.
It took me about thirty-six hours, but I think I might have gotten a few keepers. Here are the outtakes:
Even the good ones aren't really that good. Oy. Stubborn toddlers.
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