"How long??"
"Just a bit more, doll!"
She said, running the pencil tip over the white canvas. She was having a hard time, drawing even the outline as her object of drawing kept moving.
"Ava, you need to remain still, baby girl!"
Tinsley let out and the small girl stomped on her feet, not wanting to be staying put in one position.
"But my legs hurt, mummy!"
Little Ava complained to her mother. The sun was shining bright, over the head and Tinsley was trying to get that view on her canvas with her little girl, shining in between.
But having a jumpy girl like her, it was just not possible to complete one painting that had her as the object.
Ava squirmed, rubbing her eyes off, humming and looking else were wanting to run after the butterfly or the ladybug or just casually stroll around the field instead of standing in one place.
