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The Boy and His Chair

The kids have this folding chair with fish on it. We call it the Game Chair. If you want to play the Wii, you must be sitting in this chair (not the big folks, just the under 6 yr old variety). At any rate, the boy loves to play Animal Crossing and decided to draw it out for all the world to see. In this photo you can see the intricate detail of the fish chair. He has also drawn his GameCube controller with the cord going to the Wii. Note the large smile on his face.

I was told by my son to tell you every detail of the photo but really? I think it speaks volumes on it's own merit. I think there's talent there though I am biased. I'm not ashamed to admit that either. For a boy who has difficulties in so many areas, this is not one of them. He loves to draw. We may have to buy another refridgerator just for the artwork. We haven't even tapped into what he brings home from preschool. My plan with all of those pieces is to save ten of them and take photos of the others. I'm making a scrapbook for each year of school and I'll put some of those photos in it. I'll also be sending some of the artwork to my parents when the year is over. They'll probably frame it.

The picture in it's entirety. I giggle looking at the chair and his long legs. He does have hair, he just forgot to draw that. He doesn't want to go bald like Daddy. His words, not mine. No filter in the brain. The words just come out of him and bless his heart.


Les Becker said…
I agree. The kid has IMMENSE talent.
Anonymous said…
oh I love my little man, I have a huge smile on my face :)


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