Redefining Minimalism

I told Belle she needed to take off her new clothes and put on an apron before painting. Guess the ellipted "and put on something else" that I intended between those two commands didn't come across.



Also, my trust in a 4-year old's ability to handle paint unsupervised was a bit misplaced. When the quiet got too loud, I turned around and half the kitchen was splattered in purple dots (she figured shaking the brush violently was a good way to get it dry). I was sitting at the kitchen table six feet away and had paint on the back of my shirt.

However, after a bit of clean-up and some redirection, she produced this masterpiece. [I believe it may be a self-portrait... or one of her sister.]