When Noah gets painting lately, he's not just an artist. He's an artiste! He refuses any help, so I just stand back and silently cringe as he pours the paints himself and sets up everything at his easel. Really, I don't have anything to cringe about. It's inevitable that the paint gets on the white walls or wood floors, but it's washable and comes right off. What in the world did Mommys do before washable paint?