This afternoon Sophie told me she wanted to do some art for Mooms and Fafa and Nana "and all the nice people like that". So we got out the markers, scissors, paint, glue, and paper and headed for the kitchen in our "art attire" (just undies, naturally).
As you can see, she made some beautimus things...
At that point, as everything was laid out on the table to dry, I thought she was done. So I started gathering stuff up to put back in the supply cabinet.
She shouted out, "Wait, wait, Mama, please! I want to make something really special!"
I asked, for who? She told me I'd have to wait. It was a surprise.
I said that would be fine, told her to stay put where she was and not to get any paint on the floor or furniture. (In retrospect, I realize I didn't specifically say, "or anywhere except the paper".) Then I got busy puttering around the house, cleaning the office a bit. Doing a little laundry (of course, what else!)
I went out a few minutes later to check on her and found this:
And this. Both brushes at once. The skill! (Notice the little pink painted toenails on her right foot? Such a classy and delicate touch, choosing pink.)
Here's a zoomed-in shot, so you can really appreciate her handiwork. LOOK at the child's plum belly button. A NOT-so delicate touch. But definitely "special", don't you agree?