it's a...rooster?

The daycare gals told Dave to bring a washcloth for James today because the babies were going to paint.  Yes, paint.  I didn't really know what to expect, but I couldn't have prepared myself for this masterpiece.

Dave & I agree that it looks like a crazed, murderous rooster.  With claws.  And possibly a tail.  We're not sure why this image is lurking in James' subconscious.  Surely it has nothing to do with our parenting skills.

Then again, the artist does look a little...unhinged...