Soon the kids were all quite messy. Bright purple, red, green and yellow paint were everywhere, splashed across the sheet, rubbed all over the smocks, on face and in hair. The marine built man had moved beyond finger-painting, dipping his feet into the green bucket and slapping his bare soles back and forth on his canvas to create lots of green footprints. To Rachel’s dismay even Brian seemed to quickly get absorbed in the game. He had yellow hand-prints all over the front of his smock, green paint smeared across a cheek, his toes covered in blue, yet he was smiling.
“C’mon Rachel, don’t you want to have fun?” Pam called from the middle of it.
“I’m fine,” Rachel replied.
Pam didn’t take no for an answer though. She headed over to the college girl and took her hand. “You can’t just sit there like a bump on the log, silly goose. Now let’s make some pretty pictures for your mommy. You don’t want your mommy to be the only one without a pretty picture do you?”
