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Monet, Picasso, they are not . . . ok, well maybe Picasso

Since starting to homeschool, I have really tried to do more "arts and crafts" with the boys. This is a stretch for all of us. I am not crafty and cannot think of any fun craft on the spur of the moment. And the boys, by their nature, do not like to sit long to complete a craft. So, when I read on another blog, about how to make sidewalk paint, I thought we had a winner.

So, this Wednesday, J and I made the paint while K was napping. I headed out with J and he began painting. Within minutes, K woke up and he was painting too. Now, I had a picture in mind of what they would paint. Both the blog that had the recipe on it and the blog that I found the idea on had pictures of beautiful paintings that the kids completed. Flowers. The Sun. What beautiful creation would my boys come up with???????

Well, within 5 minutes all the colors were mixed into a drab brown and it was splattered all over our porch. K then took his sandals off and began to wiggle his toes in it. J furiously tried to cover as much of the porch as he could in brown.

I am not quite sure what it was, but it was a unique masterpiece that only these two boys could create.

They had a great time and keep on asking when they can paint outside again


  1. A prime example of the differences between the way the genders approach art.

    Dr. Sax discusses this in "Why Gender Matters"... a book I strongly urge everyone to read.

    Thanks for sharing!



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