Picture this. I am done priming yesterday. I am sitting in a chair, resting, getting myself mentally ready for what it will take to remove this primer from my body. BH comes up to me and we have this conversation:
Momma, whatsat? (Pointing to my pants with a splotch of primer.)
Paint.
Momma, whatsat? (Pointing to my forearm that has smears of primer on it.)
Paint.
Momma, whatsat on mouf? (Pointing to my face, specifically, my lip that has a splotch of primer on it.)
Paint.
Yucky Momma!
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