…all they want to do is paint.
Even though it’s 8pm on a weekday, and though they just painted 2 nights ago, we take out sheets and paper, and do just that, again.
It’s messy. The acrylic gets on walls, the table, under their fingernails. But it’s fun precisely because.
I try to hold myself back from going ‘Ahhhhhhhhh! Don’t touch that with those hands!!” (but fail). I clean the walls, the table, scrub out their hands (and elbows, face, the thumb-that-will-be-sucked, and armpit – don’t ask).
I tell myself, just sear this image of glee in your mind.
It does make up. For the now. For ever.