Painting started out well . . .
She was so dainty . . .
Each stroke was planned and precise . . .
Then her artwork got a bit more daring . . .
And she wanted even more paint than her Mother was comfortable giving her at one time . . .
Then this happened . . . But just for a second . . .
And she went back to being a good girl . . . and I think she was a bit shocked that I was actually LETTING her do this!
"Well, how'd this happen?"
"I don't get it . . . My HANDS are RED!"
The Valentines she made were BEAUTIFUL and well worth the little mess that was made.
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