My four year old is painting, painting, painting.

I sit down for a minute to read a section of my bible study book in the same room.

Suddenly, I hear,
“Mommy- what is he doing?”
“Why painting…” I answer innocently. This child is a wonder with his focus and concentration.

“You should see him.” Oldest son says to me and to said child, “Go show Mommy.”

He comes over to me. His entire hand up to his elbow is painted many hues of crayola washable kids paint.

I rush him to the bathroom sink and start to wash.

“This is wrong…” I tell him. “You don’t paint your skin.”

He replies in total seriousness, “You painted Abi’s toenails… that’s skin.”

I am momentarily flummoxed.

The Things They Say.