But then, every now and then, I go a little mad and get out all the painting stuff and let them have a ball. And of course they make a huge mess, but they absolutely love it (more so than if they got to do it all the time, I tell myself - and it's true). I take their clothes off first, and cover the table in an old tablecloth and then force myself to stand back and not interfere as they get messier and messier.
Just look at their little faces - they're having a blast! Maybe I should get the paints out more often ...













