Coloring my mill

A rainy day is good for a visit to my wind mill. We haven't been there for a long time, and my papa hasn't been there at all yet. It is an excercise in stair climbing. They are steep and one has to descend backwards. A new trick for me. The mill is impressive with all the wooden beams.

In the shop below I get a drawing of the mill. At home I immediately get onto the task of coloring it in. I have learnt that in day care, my mama had not seen me doing that.