I finally decided to deal with the potential mess and let the girls paint with the tempera paints that K. had gotten for Christmas. K, of course, could sit and paint for hours—she loves it so much. N. even got into the fun.
K. and her masterpiece. I was surprised she paused long enough to smile for me.
I assume it was a neat coincidence, but there’s a chance that she mixed her paint until she came up with the shade of maroon that exactly matched her old t-shirt-turned-smock. That’s my girl!
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