Check out the easel Mom bought me!
It takes great skill and practice to scribble.
After my chalk masterpiece, Mom got out the markers and paint! (And a splat mat to go underneath the easel.)
By the end of the afternoon my onesie and knees and feet and hands were red and yellow and brown and blue. That, Mom says, is the sign of a good afternoon.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” —Pablo Picasso
