I was thirteen when I painted my first mini, a blobby cleric in primary colors that looked like he was giving the finger. I slopped paint on so thickly that all details were lost. This week, while we were both on spring break, my daughter asked me if she could paint a mini of her own. She picked out the mini and followed my directions. The only thing I did was the Magic Finish, which had the potential to be a Magic Mess if things went awry.
My wife's comment: "My, elves are sure into plastic surgery, aren't they?" Sheesh! If you ask me, my seven year old daughter is already better than most of the Warhammer munchkins out there.