Friday, January 23, 2009

My kitchen smells like tempra paint




When I met G, we were both working at Ridgecrest Conference Center in Black Mountain, NC for the summer. I was teaching preschool and G worked at Bernie's Cafe. I distinctly remember smelling like tempra paint for most of the summer! I could never have imagined how much fun it would be for my own kitchen to serve as a two year old's art studio. Here's the little artist goofing off after a morning of painting.

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