Each night at dinner we go around the table and talk about the best parts of our day, and the worst parts of our day.

Here was Jackson's today:

"The best part of my day was that I got to blow bubbles outside. The worst part of my day was that my hands are blue. The other worst part of my day is that Grandma and Grandpa are going to see that my hands are blue."

The blue hand incident was also the worst part of my day. The food coloring has now joined the medicine in the only unreachable (for now) shelf in the house.

Now, what to do about blue hands...