I thought that sounded great, so I got two pieces of paper and the crayons and we sat down at the table to draw. Blythe threw something of a wrench into the works when she took out one blue crayon and said, "Here is your color." Apparently I could draw anything I wanted that was blue. I began to draw a bird. I am not an artist, but it was looking acceptable in my mind. I had a beak, head, and body when Blythe said, "Mom, what are you drawing?"
"A bluebird," I replied.
Blythe said, with serious conviction, "You can't draw birds."
"What!" I exclaimed. "You said I could draw anything I want."
"Anything but birds."
What a pill. I told her I was drawing a bird and there was nothing she could do about it. Then she said, "Will you draw a bird for me?" I outlined a mom and baby bird and she colored them in. She also allowed me to use a green crayon so that my bird could be on the grass.
These aren't too bad.
Blythe allowed herself the use of a red crayon, too.
Yesterday, Blythe again suggested that we have a drawing contest. Again, I got out two pieces of paper and the colored pencils this time. Blythe said, "Mom, you can draw anything you want, except birds." I was allowed two colors this time and we began drawing.
I had brown and red pencils and so I drew a tree. When I was making the trunk, Blythe asked, "Mom, what are you drawing?" When I said I was drawing a tree she reached in and got out a green pencil instead of the red. She thought it was funny that I was making a red tree but I told it was fall in my picture.
Blythe asked me what I thought her picture was. Initially I thought it was a boat on water, then a volcano, but she wouldn't tell me, so I was never exactly sure what she was drawing. She told me in the end it was a volcano, but she might have just been saying that to appease me.
A fall tree.
A volcano spewing hot lava.
Maybe.
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