Art gone awry

So last weekend we thought our dear sweet three year old was upstairs napping quietly. But he wasn't. I got clued in to this fact when he came downstairs and announced that he had changed his clothes. What mostly clued me that there might be a problem was the paint all over his arms. I asked him why he changed his clothes. I asked him why his arms were covered in paint. Then I very calmly went upstairs to survey the damage. The boy had gotten out of his bed, and sneaked across the hall to the guest room/playroom.  He took out the paint. All the paint. He smeared it all over the floor, painted the wooden toy bins and the rocking horse. His clothes were covered in paint. There was paint on the rug. I calmly went into the bathroom next. I have to give him credit, he tried to wash the paint off himself. It was all over the sink, the white cabinet, the white tile floor. 

Just another destructive act in a lengthening line of destruction done by the boys!