Finger painting with a 17 month old is one of those things that seems like a great idea in your head and ends up being a crazy messy experience.
Did he love it? Yes. But was he covered in paint? Yes. And did he try to eat the paint? Yes. (Note his blue lips, thank goodness for safe paints!) And did I spend longer cleaning up afterward then we spent actually painting? Yes.
So was it worth it? Definitely yes. This is not however the kind of thing we’ll do every day!
The masterpieces. Hung in the kitchen with pride. Is he a budding Mark Rothko? Jury’s still out.
Ps. This calls to mind a terrific documentary we watched a while back. I totally wanted to believe that she was painting them. Does that make me naive?