No, he’s not trying out for the role of Little Joker in the pre-school production of The Dark Knight. He just had a glass of cherry-flavored drink mix, in a hurry.
Oh, and Walmarts? Your “Sugar-Free Cherry” mix tastes like the product of a collision between a Twizzlers truck and a chemical plant. Nas-tee. (Your Raspberry flavor, on the other hand, is quite okay.)
If you embiggen the picture, you can see where Quinn chipped a tooth while rough-housing around on the bed with his sister. Toddler foreheads are tougher than preschooler teeth, apparently. The other week, he gashed his forehead when he ran around in Crazy Mode (which is now, oh, 95% of the time), stumbled, and hit his head on the edge of the wood stove platform in the living room.
If I was just like him when I was a kid, I have no idea how I ever lived to adult age. “Pig-headed recklessness” is the term that comes to mind.