I struggled with this painting for a couple hours today. It wasn't coming together the way I envisioned, and I just couldn't get the face the way I wanted it. "Argh!" "Ugh!" I must've used those words a hundred times. I painted and repainted half a dozen times before I finally just left it alone and sat back with a sigh of relief. It was done.
Finally finished, I went into the other room for a minute.
A few seconds later Ella followed me into the room. With a pencil. Talking about my painting. Excitedly talking about my painting. With a PENCIL.
She apparently thought the painting wasn't finished yet, and a little pencil scribble on the white dog was just what it needed.
Was I upset? Frustrated? Nope. I was just relieved it was only pencil this time. Ah, it's the little things.