The other day me and the kids painted. Parker and Kenzie quite enjoyed themselves for about 10 minutes then started painting "their way". Parker's way involved painting everywhere on his body that wasn't covered by his clothes. Here he is just getting started, he wouldn't look at me after he had painted the rest of his body because he thought he was in trouble.
Kenzie's way of painting was to carry all her painting supplies and projects from place to place in the yard, not actually painting, just happy to know at any point she could start painting because she had everything necessary in her hands.

I, on the other hand stuck to my project and came out with cute butterflies to decorate the girls room:

I don't know whose way of painting was right, we were all happy with our results.