It turns out we have a budding artist! Nana brought crayons one day and Mason's drawings are already covering our fridge. While technique will come later, right now we are just focusing on not eating the crayons - especially the orange one. We tell him "orange" when we give him the fruit and the orange crayon, so I can see where he'd be confused. Why couldn't be the fruit-namers be a little more creative with that one? In all sincerety, I hope Mason enjoys art as much as I did as a child. I will never forget summer art classes in Saginaw, learning to paint flamingos and sprinkle salt on my wet watercolors to create a spotted effect. (Thanks for enrolling me in those Mom & Dad!) I've already got me eye on a cute little art center in B.C. for a few years down the road.
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