I went shopping and I bought some acrylic paints

23 Jan

When we get out the acrylic paints, Eldest Boy lasts until the first blob of paint is on his hand, at which point he declares himself complete, then races off to the bathroom to wash his hands before he goes and gets another apple from the fridge.

Youngest Boy, on the other hand, goes out of his way to get as much on his hands and his fingers as he can, and spends at least an hour happy as a pig in shit, before he declares himself ‘retired from this’ and demands that I make him a jam sandwich.

I, of course, am the bunny who has to clean it up. But I enjoy the mucky water in the bottom of the sink and the paint splodges that are stuck to the palattes (plastic plates) and the brushes. It makes me feel connected to a world of which I have never been much part.

Also, about fifteen minutes ago, the universe put a tiny little present in my lap, and it makes reaching my deadlines feel much less overwhelming. Ace.

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5 Responses to “I went shopping and I bought some acrylic paints”

  1. meggie January 25, 2008 at 6:46 am #

    I used to have such fun with my kids & acrylic paint! So easy to clean up, too.

  2. tut-tut January 25, 2008 at 7:56 am #

    Hmm; what did the universe give you?

  3. sugar January 25, 2008 at 12:17 pm #

    I think you hhad a great time with acrylic paint, :).

  4. ThirdCat January 25, 2008 at 3:06 pm #

    Thanks for that heartfelt, sincere and thoughtful contribution sugar. Do drop by again.

  5. fifi January 25, 2008 at 6:18 pm #

    my rather stiff and restrained-in-the-arm-region boy seemes to rather like when I take his brush-laden hand and swoop it all about, loaded with paint, just to give him the idea of painterliness. To press hard and soft, and then let go, and watch him do it.

    Just for a little while. One brush for each colour. Nice and big.
    ordinarily, what he makes and what he writes seem strangely crabbed and small. Funny.

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