For those of you who don’t know, I have a son. He is three. And I love him very much. He is also the most cutest, beautiful, talented little three year old you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting. Which you probably won’t, because you know, you’re reading this on the internet.
I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home with him. And I frequently update my FaceBook with the little things he says during the day. Funny things like, “MOMMY! I NEED SAUSAGES!” and “Ladybug is in my rocket. Space is night-night”. He is also ridiculously good at drawing happy faces on his Magna Doodle, which he does often. But sometimes he draws ladybugs. We also do other geeky crafts, masterpieces that include watercolors and crayons and pipe cleaners and glitter glue and googly eyes, but he only ever creates these masterpieces on his Magna Doodle.
My husband is an artist, and a damn good one, if I do say so myself. My son asks him to draw things daily; all the things he loves: stop signs, train tracks, Sonic the Hedgehog, ladybugs, happy faces, vacuums, fans, our fifteen fishes, Victor our cockatiel, etc. I can only assume that he has picked up some sort of drawing process in watching my husband. I draw and paint, but you know, I kind of suck at it.
Anyway, drawing is his favorite past-time. It’s his standby when we’re doing pretty much anything that doesn’t directly involve his attention. Yesterday I was reading to him aloud as he drew. A few pages into the story, he exclaims, “POOTY!”, which I took to mean he farted. I excused him, and he quickly corrected me, saying, “No, Mommy! POOTY!” and he tapped the magna doodle with his stylus. I looked over his shoulder and saw it was a circle with some dots in the middle. I gave him a puzzled expression, but he looked at me, face beaming, and said again, “Pooty!” and then giggled about it. I then realized what he was trying to tell me: he drew a fart.
And that, dear readers, is why my son is so awesome. He might draw me ladybugs or happy faces, but drawing me farts…well, that’s just the wind beneath my wings.
~JazFusion
