Too Bad It's Not Bath Day

Crayola has done a superb job in creating a line of art supplies that are truly washable.  I have such faith in their washability that I basically let Abbey go to town in our itty, bitty kitchen and worry about the floor and the walls and the refrigerator later. 

Lately, I've had enough faith in her to let her paint on our dining room table (it's, unfortunately) getting destroyed almost daily by other things, so I'm not worried about a little pain.

Dylan, on the other hand, is a different creature entirely.  He gnaws on crayons.  He dumps full plates of food onto the floor with glee.  He plows down lego structures in mere nanoseconds.  I've been known to call him "Dylan the Destructor", which fills Abbey with giggles or tears depending on what he's destroying.

So, until this Valentine's Day, I've kept Dylan away from paint.

We started with a brush, but that went straight into his mouth.  Whoops.

Taking a deep breath, I squirted finger paints straight onto paper and let him discover them for himself.  Squishing the paint between his fingers, squealing with excitement, and decorating his legs as much as the paper, he had a blast.

Art critics, take note.  A new face is on the scene.



of course I took a picture

I want a copy when the Lourve takes it to hang next to the Mona Lisa