Painting

Today was a hard day to choose a picture. I wish I could share so many more frames my eyes capture each day. It could have been the little kid who was shooting at me with a plastic machine gun that lit up and made noises, the dog sleeping in the telephone booth, or the four kids in their school uniforms riding on a motorcycle down our street (none of them looked over the age of twelve.)

But alas, you get painting. The students worked on painting this area of the ground floor/common area of the dorms almost all day in preparation for our 15 year dorm birthday celebration. The interesting part was their painting tools. All of the yellow decorations on the right, J painted with his finger. T (on the left) was painting with a toothbrush.