“Water. Water. Water. Come out and gush. Splash all over. Have fun!” Then he turned off the water, smiled at me, and walked over to the easel. “Hello, paints,” he said. “Are you all mixed up? Yep. I see you are.” He picked up the jar of yellow paint and turned to me. “You know what?” he asked. “What?” “I would like to deliberately pour it on the floor.”
