My granddaughter, Kari, visited last week end.  We went out to breakfast, picked my dad up from the rehab center and then came home.  She wanted to paint.  She started out with gold flowers.  She added some green, some pink and then I noticed that she wasn't looking too happy.  "I keep messing up", she says.  She had dragged her sleeve through the flowers on the bottom of the painting.  She was ready to quit.  I explained that she could just paint over the parts she didn't like.  She painted the whole canvas blue but then she was done for the day.  Painting is like that sometimes.  Things don't work out, you cannot satisfy yourself.  I've been there myself.  I will save her canvas.  We will paint another day.