Dylan had a can of black spray paint pointed at his eyes.
“Hey! Dylan! Stop! Put that down!” His mom ran out of the house screaming, the baby tossed over her shoulder. “Dylan!”
Dylan pointed it up and sent a balloon of smoky mist into the air.
His mom tore the can from him as particles of paint settled onto their shoulders. “You can’t do that,” she said.
Dylan poked at the baby’s bare feet.
“You cannot just come out here and play with stuff like that. This is dangerous. OK? It’s not going to come out of your clothes.”