We’ve been getting lots of art from our 6 yr old. It’s actually quite good for his age. perspective, colors, shading…
Notice the fancy “Z”? His Dad and I are quite proud and hang most on the fridge gallery.
Fast forward to last Thurs. Zeke came home from school with a dark plastic bag. He stood before me, arms outstretched presenting me the bag. Only problem is…he has that look in his eye. That look that every Mom recognizes in her child to mean something wicked this way comes.
“It’s a drawing for you, Mommy.”
“Oh, thank you Zeke. Can I open it it?”
(evil giggle) “SURE!” (more evil cackling)
Here is the picture my precious son drew for me:
Needless to say, this one didn’t make the fridge.
I will admit that I had a “Mom’s glass is half-full” thought: “At least he knows the correct spelling of Butt.”