We striped him down and let him do his thing. It was so cute, he would very carefully dip a finger in paint, put his face quite close to the pumpkin and deliberately, judiciously put paint on a single swipe. The use both hands to mix the delicate arc of paint into the mass. Then he's put his paint covered hands on my leg.
He took a header off the foyer step and into the coffee table. It was quite a gash.
Oh on facebook I thought that was his painted shoulder. I love that description of his painting techniques.
ReplyDeleteBreaks my heart to see that gash on his forehead. I can just imagine how hurt he was. Kiss him for Grandma.