She’d apparently seen a copious amount of blood, which was impossible to process for a little girl. This was her way of coming to terms with it. Running her hands through the red paint while she was in a safe place. She decided what she did with it, how much she poured, when and how she touched it. And then she washed it off, watching as it disappeared down the drain. The child was intuitively desensitizing herself to the violent memories.
