He dipped his fingers into the yellow paint and slowly, deliberately, spread it over each of his fingers. Then he wiped it off with the paper towels. Next he dipped his fingers into the blue paint. He put his hand down on the paper and bent over, very absorbed in what he was doing. He spread the paint carefully over each finger. “There,” he said triumphantly, holding out his hands. “Look.” “You really did it that time, didn’t you?” I remarked. “Look,” he said. “Fingers all full of blue finger paint.” He looked at his hands.
