We decided last week, especially as we were down to 2 children, to do some blow painting outside. It seemed that outside was the best place for this to take place. Tintin was at a sleepover at his grandmothers. Bini had had hers the previous night. Special half-term treats.
We had some fun with the blowing for a few moments. Then, as usual, it moved inexorably towards painting footprints and then just sliding on the paper, covered in paint.
We managed to empty the entire paint box and two rolls of paper. Which is all to the good as far as I'm concerned as I am trying to cut down on the sheer amount of 'stuff'' that we have. Now I shall just buy what we really need & create more space.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean the bath of its blue toned ring of paint after two extras from Braveheart or the smurfs became human children again.