So yesterday after Brad comes home from work I hear Liam say, "Papa, come and see my turtle." I was a little perplexed as I know that he doesn't have anything that resembles a turtle for a toy, but didn't think much of it.
I heard Brad say, "Wow, that's some turtle. We'll have to tell Mama to look at this."
Lo and behold I have a turtle drawn on my bedroom wall. With a Sharpie. Now this is ironic for me because at my friend Robin's birth on August 31st she paused between contractions to tell me to not to let her kids play with a Sharpie. Turns out she had just recently managed to cover Sharpie damage on the wall from three years prior. I was entertaining them with the contents of my purse and they were just enamored with the random things I pulled out--Sharpies, coupons, tampax, lip gloss. But I digress.
Secondly, I was really excited to see this representation of a turtle, even if it was on my wall. With a Sharpie. See its head, and its body and its many feet??? That's quite a feat for my sweet little boy, to make the leap from abstraction to concrete. So I'll take it, even if it is on my white wall. With a Sharpie.
He really is a success story.
1 comment:
thats amazing story.
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