The boys got new paint from grandma last week.
New paint results in wildly excited boysies
who plead to paint until I let them
and in heartfelt prayers of gratitude from me
for washable art supplies.
Really, though, I am just as delighted as they are.
I love watching their creativity
and ability to communicate through visual art grow.
I love hearing Little Man's confident proclamation:
"I am an artist!"
I love watching their intent expressions
as they carefully dip, paint and rinse,
and I love keeping them supplied
with fresh papers and clean water.
I love spreading the beautiful wet paintings
to dry all the way across my counter.
I love displaying some on my fridge when dry
and mailing the rest away to brighten the day
of grandparents, aunts, uncles.
I don't even mind the clean up...
Brother's purples and oranges.