One daughter sits quietly working on her horse painting. One son sits quietly painting Pokemon type creatures and my other daughter wanting to paint but doesn’t want to sit! What to do? That’s when it hits me, a memory of a storied away item. Put away after my older two out grew it’s small size. Why haven’t I thought of it sooner. Perfect time, perfect solution and it all fell into place.  Every child should have one. The easel!  I pull it out, very thrilled that a roll of paper is still with it.  Her eyes hidden as I set it up. Adding a little suspense, drama and thrill of an old thing becoming new. The first words out of her mouth “Mom”. Spoken and drawled out as if I had been teasing her and she has caught on. Then a big beautiful smile. “Did you get that for me!”  The markers scribble away picture after picture, the whole alphabet practiced and then some more pictures. Here my son teachers her how to make the white spots on mushrooms. Finally our creative urges satisfied and a roll of paper gone. This is truly where most of my inspriation and ideas come from. Those little mouths and those little hands.