Scarlette is just starting to draw pictures that are semi-recognizable on account of developmental delays surrounding her fine motor skills, which are largely the result of having her wrists broken while in the NICU at around five months old. (We just restarted occupational therapy again, more on that later.) Her favorite new thing to do is hand me her artwork while declaring it “a masterpiece” and ask me to hang it up.
So this was hanging on the refrigerator the other night and J and I were discussing the ways in which it showed her improvement as we made dinner.
“Hey, that’s a pretty good Alpha Pig!” J said, pausing as he opened the fridge.
“I know! It’s way more detailed than Bob The Tomato! Do you think that is supposed to be his toolbelt or is he holding something?” I asked.
We agreed that it was most likely his toolbelt because he also was wearing a helmet and Scarlette is a stickler for details.
At dinner time I brought the picture to the table and I said “Scarlette, Daddy and I love your picture so much! Can you tell us about?”
And she said very authoritatively:
“Well Mommy, sure I can. Dis is a picture of you. Only I’m not vewy good at dwawing pants. Yeah. But you got some feet.”
And then I was a little bit taken aback to find out that this drawing was not, in fact, a very good rendition OF A PIG but instead her interpretation OF ME.
So I looked at the picture and then I looked back at J who’s eyes had gotten very wide and who was trying not to laugh as Scarlette continued on matter of factly “And dose are your arms and dose are your bewbies. So Daddy, do you want to tell us about your day today?”
All I have to say about this is AT LEAST SHE WAS GENEROUS.
