Painting

Eyvind asked for a cradle for her dolls, and I told her I would keep an eye out for one at the estate sales.  I found an old, dirty-yellow, wooden one for a good deal and dragged it home.

She wanted it painted white.  So, I sanded it down and we painted it white.  After three coats of paint, she said she wanted to "decorate" it.  Because I am a sucker, I handed over the pristine white cradle to the 4 year-old and her paints.

She rarely draws images.  She once brought me a picture she had drawn of a platypus (a large oval with lines coming out of it), and as I was praising her on it, she very seriously said, "It doesn't really look like one, but it's the way I wanted to draw it."

I asked her what she was painting a picture of and she told me it was "the feeling at the end of the story."  The girl does her own thing.