Finishing up a workshop the other day, two seven year olds remained in the studio.
One had wanted to add a kitty to her Family Tree because they had gotten a kitty since she completed her Tree with me last summer
The one with no cats looked at other’s tree and said Where is your dad? Why isn’t he in the Family Tree?
Without missing a beat, she responded, I don’t have a dad.
It was a warm fall day and we had the distinct pleasure of time. And a repetitive chore to lose ourselves in.
I am addressing my great weekly class of 15 little boys at the white board this week.
They are adoring and adorable. They are 6 and 7 years old.
This week we were doing one of my favourite subjects; pears.
A pear is voluptuous and full of a range of colour. I must like to make things difficult for myself because these little guys would rather draw army figures or monsters.