Today, after taking Eve to the indoor play area at our local toy store, I decided that the time had come to buy her some paints and see whether she has any creative genius.
Why did I wait so long? It was the most fun I have had on a Friday evening for years, and I have had some pretty wild Friday evenings in the past. She merrily stuck her fingers in the pots of red, green, blue and yellow gloop and spread it all over the paper...and her chair...and me...and herself...and my very expensive Hermes watch (I know, but it just didn't occur to me to take it off BEFORE we got paint everywhere).
Masterpiece in red/orange is now proudly drying on the table. It definitely has something of the Rothko about it.
Analogies of a sort
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