My husband has been painting for a show this month in his new studio. The baby loves his new studio and is constantly trying to spend as much time as he can in there. The room is not entirely baby proofed, so if you spend anytime around my house, you will often hear the words "Where's the baby?"
He fell in to a wet palette of paint the other day. Luckily Seth was in there to rescue him (and all of our stuff and the new room from paint damage.) Good thing for Emet, this is the shirt he was wearing: