to paint a picture with a toddler, while keeping a baby clean (though I must confess, the grandparents might do a good job only to have the mom come by and plop the baby's foot into paint - because wouldn't it be cute to add her footprint to the painting?).
Connor enjoyed painting with my parents, and Helen enjoyed chewing on a paintbrush that Connor shared with her. My mom was able to walk that fine balance of giving Connor plenty of paint to not stifle his style - without giving him so much that my entire deck got repainted in the process. Somehow, both my parents came inside with no paint on themselves, which is a feat I have not yet accomplished while assisting the resident artist.