I love to finger-paint. I find the messiness, the goopiness and the silliness of the experience very liberating. Thing one and thing two are kind enough to indulge me in this habit. They even go along with the official household line: painting is a great educational activity for the kids, develops their creative side, blah blah blah.
The child is mother of the woman.
One of my favourite simple pleasures about early motherhood is the opportunity to behave like a little kid myself - an otherwise rare chance in adulthood. I will miss this when they are older. So we'll paint like mad till then.
This little piggy painted her mama's toes.
A spatter-painted post to hang in The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.