When I was a child, I remember doing a watercolor and presenting it to my dad. He looked at it, said that he loved it, and then asked, “What is it?” I was rather miffed at his question because anyone with any sense could see that it was the picture of a man! “There’s the head, there are the arms (the left one bent over his chest), and the legs,” all in varying shades of green. It was quite clear—at least to my child’s eyes! My dad took a picture frame for it, one that was too small, and then cutting away different parts of the watercolor so the most colorful part was visible—the torso—he placed it in the picture frame and threw out the rest of my masterpiece. And he hung it in my bedroom!
Oh the things children see!Read More