T just ran up to me a few minutes ago. He'd been concentrating on drawing for a long time (about five minutes). We had the following conversation:
T: Mommy, is this you? It's a boy.
M: Then it's not me. I'm a girl.
T: I can't draw girls. They're too hard.
I then looked at the picture. Maybe it is me. That's exactly how I feel right now.
This child may have a real future in art if he can capture my emotions in such detail.
The kidlets are now going to bed.
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