Yesterday we went to enjoy the sunshine by doing some painting on a (washable!) blanket in the backyard, as his favorite subject to paint are sticks and he and his Papa had just collected a few of them.
We usually have a stack of freshly-painted sticks hanging around...
But yesterday, I watched him break up a small, thin one, try to paint it and then discover that he could dip the ends in the paint without the brush. It was such a gift to watch this discovery, that light-bulb moment...
We picked them up and placed them in an Angry Bird paper cup...
...because I thought they were spectacular, and wanted to "save" them cause I've got big plans for those sticks...