I didn't get a photo of him in the act because I was too busy keeping him from painting the table, carpet, his fingers, his clothes, and me. We managed to get some swipes on the paper and this is the finished masterpiece.
Someday I'll just cover the floor with butcher paper and let him go to town with his paints. For now, Mr. Snail is proudly displayed on the refrigerator as a welcome-Dad-home-from-work present. Talented AND generous...aren't we lucky!