So, a couple of weeks ago my son’s kindergarten class was studying “mothers.” It was around the time of Mother’s Day and they did a few projects on the topic.
I was presented with some of these projects that will forever be in my keepsake box. They brought tears to my eyes. But others were just haphazardly sent home in his folder last week.
I went through them and came across one — a stapled project entitled “My Mom.”
Page 3 of “My Mom” was very, very telling.
That’s me. And apparently, I eat “stake” a lot. In one piece. With no utensils. And no hands.
My husband so lovingly yelled, “Look at your pie-hole! It’s huge!”
(This was out of earshot of my son, mind you.)
The kid pays attention. I have to give him that. And that rendering of a steak is pretty good for a 5-year-old boy. I was actually quite proud when I stopped thinking about how it made me look like a great big pig.
The drawing looks surprisingly like one of my favorite pieces I studied in art class by artist Edvard Munch. It’s called “The Scream.”
I’m just sayin’. . . the kid’s perceptive AND a talented artist.
