My son, Hayden (age 5 at the time), drew this picture in kindergarten last year. Along with it, he wrote: “In the spring, I go to the park. The park is fun. I go with dad and Owen.” My first reaction when I saw this was, “Yes! My sons are writing about the happy childhood I am trying to give them:)” However, then my neuroses kicks in, and I think: “Where the hell is my face? I take him to the park, and he doesn’t even have the courtesy to fit my whole head in the picture. And why do the kids look like killer zombies? Is this a window into his psyche? Wait. What the…Oh my God, I’m not wearing pants!!”
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Lol, try not to read too much into it! 😀
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Michael — Looks great! Love your brutal honesty
Corinne McAlee Sent from my iPhone
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HA! Love it. Don’t think too hard! Look how tall you are, he made you taller than the swing set, that’s super hero status!
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My mom has kept just such a picture I made of my Dad when I was about 6. In it, he has the largest nostrils you’ve ever seen. From my trained artist’s eye, I can see that this was a very short person’s vantage of a very tall man. I’m thinking your son ran out of paper trying to get in his 5-year-old view of you! 🙂
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