I am boy. Hear me roar.

Last week at story time, the kids were provided with materials to make finger paint masterpieces.

It was a lovely morning, perfect for an outdoor activity like this. And because Henry has become more interested in coloring lately, I knew he would thoroughly enjoy finger-painting.

And he did.

For about two minutes.

And then he spotted sticks on the ground. And crisp paper, bright paint, and his inner-artist took a backseat to dirt, mud, and destruction.