Wet paint

I have nothing to say about our school not having *washable* paints for pre-k arts and crafts time except that one of my classes will never paint in my presence again. Aside from my semi-permanently stained fingers, I am amazed to say I got away paint free - a good thing, too, because I rather like this shirt. Though I do wonder a bit what Joey's mother will think of the hot pink stain 3 inches in diameter on the knee of his bright yellow school uniform. Maybe he shouldn't crawl on the fucking table covered in paint, but then again, common sense is not a part of either the school curriculum or at-home training in Korea. Which explains a whole hell of a lot.