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Fingerpainting, Round Two

With a long, unplanned morning stretching out before me, I decided that today would be a good day to try fingerpainting again!  Last time we did this was August, 2011.  At the time, I thought that Levi's reluctance to touch the fingerpaint was a product of his compulsiveness; even now, nine months later, he still asks to have his hands cleaned off in the middle of a meal before he'll pick up his milk cup.  He was totally fine with the paint, though, and it was Owen who was less than thrilled about touching it.  So perhaps it's more of an age thing?  (On the other hand, Owen is seven months younger than Levi was when we painted last summer, so I don't know if that's it . . . )

I used the same recipe as last time, though I didn't remember at the time that it was the same recipe.  It turned out better this time around, though -- I instinctively took the saucepan off the heat sooner, and the end result was a much smoother product.  I also made six colors this time instead of just the three primary colors, which worked out nicely in a muffin tin.  

Owen started out pretty happy . . . 

but grew quite skeptical once his fingers actually touched the paint (which he immediately wiped on his chest).

Levi took his job -- "can you paint over all the letters in your name?" -- seriously, as he does everything.

"I'm touching it, but I don't like it . . . "

"I'll watch, but I'm keeping my hands out of that!"

I'll have to find some fun way to hang this up.  I could've taped the letters more neatly, but I wasn't sure how well it would work and didn't want to take the time.  

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