This is The Monkey.
Today, he told me he wants to be an artist.
And it begins.
He was with me today in the studio, drawing mostly.
Drawing for hours.
He said he was making a road at sunset.
And he did.
Across four pieces of printer paper which he glued together,
(and glued to my workbench)
he Crayola'd his little heart out.
I know every mother thinks her kid is a wonder.
It's part of the bond.
But come on.
He's a creative mastermind.
And a spelling genius.
He could design fonts.
Whatever you call those people.
He's moody like an artist.
All brooding and quiet one moment,
cracking comments and grins the next.