my sweet boy cannot give the camera a genuine smile to save his life
a month or so ago, right around mother's day, liam's preschool class hosted "muffins with moms" (the obvious counterpart to the earlier "donuts with dads"). on a tuesday morning in may, all of us moms, instead of dropping off our kids and racing out the door to work, or exercise, or go to run errands, or to tackle whatever we try to squeeze into a short three-hour window, instead received the royal treatment for a short period of time. not only were there muffins, but also non-alcoholic mimosas, homemade heart necklaces, and the sweetest group serenade. and to top it all off was being presented with my very own portrait.
now, liam has never been interested in the least in art of any kind. i don't know if he's too impatient to see a drawing through its completion, or if he lacks the fine motor skills necessary to do what he wants to do, or if he's too much of a perfectionist, or if he just prefers spending his center time constructing marble runs and towers of blocks ... most likely, it's a combination of all of the above. but my point is, art just ain't his thing. so for my non-art-inclined son to complete a somewhat realistic painting of his momma was just the icing on the cake muffin.
and the cherry on top? seeing just how my five-year old describes me. that, and knowing that sometime in the distant future, i've got a brand-new set of TOOLS coming my way.
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