Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Starry Night

A typical evening exchange...

Tim: Mom, come look at my drawing.

Me: I'm sewing on your Boy Scout patches.

Tim: Where would Van Gogh have been if his mother hadn't put down her knitting to look at his paintings?

Me: Van Gogh wasn't a Boy Scout, was he?

The baby cries. I put down my sewing. Ainsley and I admire Tim's artwork. While he's done a fine job, somehow the life cycle of the mosquito doesn't conjure up the wheat fields of France.

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