painting

I tried television, I tried the iPad. I tried playing outside in the backyard. I tried books. I tried coloring. I tried jumping on my bed. I tried building forts. I tried puzzles. Finally, I tried PAINTING INDOORS. And it worked for a good ten minutes before she watched me slip away momentarily to use the bathroom, and then BAM. She was at her sister’s door.

Marlo, I understand. My sister was that cool, too.