It's hard work being an artist...

 A little person in our family wanted her nails painted this morning. So I painted them, hopped in the shower and upon getting out, said little person came walking back into the bathroom with an empty bottle of nail polish. She then proceeded to take me on a tour of all the things she painted: the toaster,the lamp, the side table, the arm of her rocking chair, the top of her play table, the phone: I keep finding things here & there. Luckily, nothing on the carpet or walls. We pulled out some paper & crayons and spent a long time coloring together this afternoon (you know, to get some of that creativity out.)  It must be hard work having all that creative energy pent up in a 2 year olds body!  She spends a good amount of time everyday with crayons or pencils in her hands, drawing & coloring away.   She loves to have me trace her fingers. Now, she's finally mastered doing it herself (and tracing mine, too!)  Besides it's just entirely too difficult to be upset at this little face. So we cleaned up the polish whenever we found it and went happily along with our day (along with the occasional "We only put nail polish on our ..what??" "toes" "and...." "fingers" and then we made sure all lids were on extra tight! I'm feeling very nervous about hair + scissors)