Gordon had only one request on the way home from school today, he wanted to "fingerpaintlikewedidoutsideatthetableplease" (said all together in one word just like that). I remembered that the last time we did finger painting was this past summer, at the little table out on the deck. I'd never had him paint inside. Since he asked with a please at the end I couldn't refuse. After dinner, which he actually ate at record pace where normally it is a long drawn out affair, I put out a plastic cover on the table and got the stuff out, here's my boy relishing the joy of having squishy cold paints in between your fingers.