My son is a writer and artist at heart. Remember the beautiful story about a bomb killing me? Exactly.
So when he brought home this,
Brown Hills for a dollar? Seems steep. (punny!)
I immediately asked: What are these? Brown hills?
(Yes, I know that I’m stifling his creativity by asking leading questions. It’s like I haven’t grown at all since he first brought home artwork. Let’s make me a better mom an insert: What is this my creative and confident artist?)
E: They’re brown hills!
(I love being right.)
Me: You’re selling it for $1?
E: Yup, and people are digging in them.
Me: What? Where?
E: You can see the rips they’ve made. Watch.
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- He’s a little nervous about his performance piece.
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- Then I confused him by saying: OH NO! The picture is blurry.
His OWN FINGER did the digging. He is the art and the artist. He’s a 5 year old PERFORMANCE ARTIST. $1 is a steal. (also sells for 2 cookies)
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That is simply awesome.
Silly me. I was hoping for another “guitar”.
Fancy! Does he take commissions? ;)
Not JUST a dollar.
A backwards dollar.
Those are priceless…
(especially when ripped.)
What a smarty! Who knows…maybe he’ll be a geologist when he grows up.
A genius, that one.
Do you ship to Colombia? This is A MUST for any serious mommy collector.
Of course! Then we can begin to call him an International Artist of Critical Acclaim.
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