There is a picture window in my living room that tells a story. Through hand prints it tells the story of my family. I can sit in hubby's chair and look at the window and see the sticky, smeared hand prints of my daughter. A little higher up are the more accurate hand prints of my 4 year old son. Still higher is hubby's hand print where he rests his hand while talking on the telephone. There are even nose prints from the dog. Look closer and you may even see artwork created from a puff of breath and quick finger.