Accidental art

My four-year-old daughter and I did some finger painting after dinner last night. She wanted to make paintings for her grandpa, who isn't feeling well. I sat with her and doodled with the paint -- with my non-dominant right hand, as she insisted on pressing herself up against my left side -- and she made a number of rainbows, flowers, and some abstract who-knows-whats. But at the end, as we were cleaning up, we both agreed that the paper towels we'd used to blot our fingers (and the brush she eventually requested) were the most beautiful of all.