I came home an hour later to find this:
And then there was this:
And where was daddy? Taking a bath, getting his pulled hamstring a much-needed soak. Though I'm not sure the timing of this soak was much-needed.
His answer? Well, they weren't doing those things when he got into the bath 20 minutes ago.
Yes honey, that's why they call it adult supervision. If you supervise the activities, you can predict what may happen next and prevent it by, say, recommending that opening all four bottles of paint at once is not a good idea.
And in case we forget, this is not the first time. Remember the infamous green paint incident? Why is it that the paint is always green?