Pollock

Remember when you had your eight closest friends over for cake and ice cream on your birthday?  Perhaps your mom taped a plastic donkey to the wall and you all took turns with the blindfold and the tail?  There was that one year when you had the clown/magician/piñata, but most years the main activity involved playing tag in your backyard?

Lyla got invited to a Jackson Pollock birthday party.  Times have changed.

That's Lyla in the center, ponytail pointing left.  Here is her tag-along brother:

Julie stood with the other parents behind a set of tables where paint would not fly, and I gamely supervised Rowan.  He splatter painted a couple times but otherwise chose a more traditional approach.

Here we are after the carnage ended, the artist and the handler.

Can you guess which one is his?