Emphasis on the "dumb," because there's not much dumber than letting a three-year-old harvest mulberries while wearing a white t-shirt.
But I was too lazy to go ALL THE WAY UPSTAIRS to get him a different shirt, and whatever, the t-shirt was two bucks at the thrift store. I just didn't care that much.
Mulberry juice on the hands, face, and I think a tiny bit on the shorts. But the white t-shirt? PRISTINE.
And an entirely unrelated Cubby anecdote that I want to record for posterity: Early yesterday morning while he was mid-meltdown, I suggested possibly he had gotten up too early and should get back in bed to rest for a bit (HAHAHAHA--oh, the desperate hopes we exhausted parents cling to at 5:15 a.m.). In response, he wailed, "I can't rest in my bed because it's too wet from my tears."
We're expecting his Academy Award any day now.