
I set up some used packaging paper (taped it down) and a bunch of paper plates filled with washable paints in our entry way.

I always have a bucket of soapy water and a towel on hand, but this time, I used a bigger bucket. It worked perfectly for when T was done; she was able to jump right in it and wash her feet off before walking around the house.

It didn't take T long for her to get her feet "wet". I could tell she loved the feeling of the paint oozing between her toes.

I wasn't sure what the final outcome would be. For some reason, I envisioned little feet all over the paper.

Instead, it didn't turn into much at all except for globs of paint everywhere that T rubbed over and over again with her feet.

But, this activity wasn't about the outcome of the artwork. It was all about the experience.

And, that's what art should always be about.
I can't express enough how much fun T had. She has already asked me to do it again.
Disclaimer: I recommend doing this activity outside (which I probably will do the next time we do this). If you do decide on doing it inside, use a tarp, drop cloth, or splat mat of some kind. Something not fabric like I did. T globbed on so much paint in the same spots that the paint soaked right through to the wood floor. Obviously, poor thinking on my part. All I can say is that I'm so thankful for the invention of the magic eraser!