I am somewhat of a germaphobe. One of my least favorite things to do is wash chicken. It is for this reason that there is always a box of latex gloves on my kitchen counter. Recently, my kids have taken ownership of them and figured out they can make balloons at will.
We’re done with dinner, my dad and I are having our evening tea and D decides to blow up one of the gloves. Not one to be outdone, A makes a balloon also. My dad handed her a marker and told her to draw a face.
“Ok, first ovals for the eyes… and eyebrows… and then a line for the mouth… circles for the ears… oh! I forgot the nose! She needs hair! … alllll dooooone!”
A hands me her work of art and I’m not sure what to say. I’m almost overwhelmed by her creativity and then she says, “Look Mommy! I draw you!”
