Mom decided we could paint! While we sat in our highchairs Mom and Sophie rolled our painters’ paper and taped it to the floor.
After we scribbled for about two seconds (on the paper and ourselves), we decided to suck on the paint.
And then, we decided to crawl.
At this point there are no pictures because Mom lost total control of the situation. Luckily, it was a Sunday and Dad was home, working on the fence. So she yelled for help. Really loudly.
Seriously, Mom, what did you think was going to happen?
“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” —Henry Ward Beecher