My children create A LOT of artwork - both at school and at home. I try to appreciate their scribbles as much as possible and when they create something especially artistic, I try to showcase it in our home. Here is a scarecrow recently painted by Elliot during his Fall Party (the pc version of Halloween).
Pretty good for a five-year-old, don't you think? Well, I did. And as I was applying tape the scarecrow's back and preparing to display him on our front hall door, Elliot enlightened me with the scarecrow's gender.
ELLIOT: "I drew a penis on my scarecrow."
ME: "You did what?" (Not quite sure I heard him right)
ELLIOT: "I drew a penis on my scarecrow so now you can know he's a boy. See?"
Sure enough, there between the hay man's legs was a small but distinct male body part. Thankfully, my son isn't into realistic-looking anatomy or I may have received a call from his teacher. Regardless, we had a nice long talk about what you can and cannot draw on pictures. And, for that matter, where your hands are and are not allowed to go when out in public.
*sigh* The joys of raising boys.
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