This painting reminds me of my eldest son. Ever since he could walk, he would take and “do chores” with his Dad. He’d walk down to the barn with his little pail, mimicking how his Dad watered the animals and fed them.
By the time he got to the barn, most of the water in his pail, had splashed all over his pants. When he was really just a toddler, he would try to navigate the cow pies. But, every once in a while, he’d fall face first or fanny first into a freshly kerplunked cow pie. “Icky Momma” and he’d show me his fingers covered in poop. He’d get frustrated and cry, and I’d take him back to the house, to give him a bath and wash his clothes. Just another life lesson and priceless childhood memories, waiting to be treasured, once again.
His Dad got a big kick out of that. Smiling as we recalled the event, to each other.