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,
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.
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)