I wasn't sure how enthusiastic she was going to be, but I could be pretty confident I would need a hand wash station, so I set that up on the opposite side of the mat.
Then she woke up. It's horrible outside so it was heating on and clothes off. She went straight over to investigate but was actually quite restrained and inquisitive rather than 'gung ho' like we thought she might be. Each colour had it's turn...a bit of red...a bit of yellow and a bit of green...
Then she investigated each end of the paintbrush. Painted with a bit of brush and a bit of stick. It's artistic licence don't you know.
Then came the bit I hoped for, full-on hands and feet.
When she started to wander off we thought it about time to introduce her little painty body to the handwash station. She proudly washed her hands before announcing "all gone".
Well done sweetheart, you're quite right, you're HANDS are clean.