but instead, i plugged along. like most projects, i got tired halfway and left my post. later while dirk and i were watching tv, i heard Reed tinkering out in the other room. now, i rested on the fact that i explicitly told him that was "mommy's paint" and reed's paint was on the table. i was so confident that i said "wouldn't it be funny if Reed was painting all over it?" i thought it was funny at the time, because i didn't think he'd really do it. well, i came out later and saw him covered from head to toe in yellow acrylic paint (yellow ochre to be exact) including easel, floor, chair, and yes, the canvas. i was able to salvage it a bit with rinsing it off under water and smearing the yellow paint around. it gave it a nice.... "glow". i'd like to say that Reed ruined a good attempt at still life, but i can't lie, my rudimentary attempt was actually enhanced by Reed's hasty little hand. i still have a lot left to finish on the daffodils and vase that got smeared away, but here is the result. i wish i would have taken a picture of the yellow covered canvas. the vase and flowers were buried deep deep under layers of finger-smeared paint. the funny thing is (don't tell Reed) that it didn't really make me mad or upset. maybe because it was a crappy painting, but maybe cuz i am excited that he has such interest. i mean, hey, he stayed on the canvas (for the most part!) and didn't touch the walls or table.
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