Yesterday my DH took Eli, our 5 year old grandson down to the woodshop and helped him build a birdhouse.  Eli did a really good job and stuck right to the task.  When he got home, he was so proud of it, and I told him that he could paint it today, as I had a whole stash of acrylic paints that had been going to waste before I cleaned them out of my scrapbooking room.  So, naturally, the first thing he said when we had breakfast this morning was "Now can I paint my birdhouse"?  It wasn't long before I had rigged him a painting smock out of an old T shirt of mine clipped in the back with a clothespin, lined the dining room table with newspapers, and got out our painting supplies.  As you can see, he was still sort of in the Christmas spirit, because it looks like a Christmas birdhouse.  He has a great attention span for these kinds of things, so he stuck right with the painting, but I kept loosing him to Sponge Bob Square Pants while we were waiting for each side to dry.  It must have been a Sponge Bob marathon day on Nickelodeon or something, because it played on and on
Our project turned out surprisingly well because the paint was so thick that it didn't splash, except for the red.  It was kind of thin, so we had to do 2 coats of it on top of the white gesso.  It took practically all afternoon, and we were both over it by then.  All we have left to paint is the perch in front of the hole, and he wants to paint that brown.  Then we're going to decorate it with vinyl decals or something.  Tomorrow I shall post the final pictures.