One evening, after a long day of painting walls, grandma fell fast asleep. But little Alice had plans.

Grandpa was tired too. He didn't know Alice had escaped her crib and found the paint in the kitchen.

In the silence of the night, Grandpa heard a noise. His eyes snapped open, and he remembered the paint.

Grandpa found Alice, covered in white paint. She smiled, proud of her messy masterpiece.

Grandpa took a deep breath. 'Alice, oh dear, what a surprise!' But he knew he had to stay calm.

It was a night to remember. White paint was everywhere - on the floor, the fridge, and even the cat!

Together they cleaned up. Alice giggled as they washed the cat, who was not pleased at all.

Grandpa and Alice finally finished tidying. 'I think it's past someone's bedtime,' Grandpa said.

Back in her crib, Alice yawned and hugged her Grandpa. 'Goodnight', she whispered.

Grandpa chuckled softly, knowing the house was a little too quiet. 'Sleep tight, little artist,' he said.

Grandma woke up the next morning, surprised. 'Why's there paint on the cat?' she asked.

'A little artist was at work last night,' Grandpa answered with a wink.