Art Appreciation

One day Maya couldn't draw, and then the next day she could. Amazing things like that happen when you're three. I can't think of a skill that I would just acquire overnight--without classes, without books or tutorials, just merely with the passage of time--except maybe growing gray hair and wrinkles.

But Maya started a new day, picked up a pen, scribbled, and said, "This is my Dad."Well, yes it is! He's looking a little somber and egg-ish, but handsome. Then she moved onto Mom....

And aren't I adorable? Based on the hair, I think it's a morning-time view, but still pretty cute, don't you think?

And this I believe is Sasquatch. Or maybe it's me if the lone neck hair multiplies. Hard to say. But aren't toddlers amazing? Tonight while she peacefully slumbers, I'm hoping she learns how to clean the shower.

It could happen.