My daughter LOVES to paint and color, and spends most of her play-time doing so – sometimes painting for hours at a time. One of her favorite mediums is watercolor: she loves to mix the water with the brush and swirl it around; she loves using her easel. She seems to have an innate sense of color (like her mama!) and gets better all the time at shape and structures. She made this for me a while back, and called it “Rainbow House” – I keep it at my desk at work and find myself staring at it and smiling.
Last night however, when I returned home, my little artist had found a new object to paint: her one-year-old brother. He was all smiling, toothy grin on the front, but had a bright red paint line bisecting the length down the back of his skull. When questioned, my darling girl enthusiastically assured me that “he really wanted her to paint his head” and that “it made him really happy” when she did so.
In fairness, I suppose he does make pretty good canvas: at one his very round head is still very bald. I can see the appeal.
She should enjoy herself now, I suppose, while he doesn’t know what’s going on. I suspect she’s going to be in real trouble in a year or two when he catches on!
“Rainbow House” – by S. Age. 3
The Mischief of Minions 
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