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"Bwoo, " He points a chubby finger at the blue paint.
"Ooooh, lello" His attention moves onto the yellow paint, he touches it and gets some on his fingers. He draws with his paint covered fingers onto the paper and then wipes the rest on his apron.
"Ed?" the red paint, he points again.
"Yes, that one is red, clever boy! Do you want to paint with red?"
"Nooooo... Mummy dis?" pointing at the purple paint.
"That's purple"
"Urbe... Oooh Orrrrrran" His attention swiftly moves from the purple to orange paint. He knows it has the same name and colour as his favourite fruit. He presses his paintbrush into it and sweeps orange paint across his blue paper.

"Mummy, dis?"
"That one is green, green like leaves."
"Ooooh... eafs," as he carefully dabs his paintbrush into the green paint.
"Yes, leaves. Can you say green?"
Pointing little fingers at the end of his paintbrush and peering closely at the green paint he insists, "Eeeeeeafs! mummy, eafs!"



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