“Now, JB,” I say, and we attack. Paint from all five brushes hit him at once, and I pump my fist in the air. “Nice job, kid.” “I got Daddy,” June says, and I give her a high five. “Colluding with the toddler gives you an unfair advantage,” he says, and he wipes a glob of purple from his cheek. “Put her down, and let’s settle this fairly as adults.”
