My Evan is an artist, and I don't say that in the same way Barbie talks about Amy in Toy Story 2.
You'll love Amy. She's an artist!
He only colors on paper, and he prefers a pencil or a pen. His imagination is getting better and better, and so are his drawing skills. He's still drawing stick people, but, hey... so am I.
He really likes to draw pictures of his family and other people he loves. He drew a picture of our family while we were in Alabama. He told me who all the people were, and I was included in the drawing.
This is me.
Everybody else's faces were normal, but mine had this huge black spot on it. I was confused. So I asked Evan, "What's this on my face?"
His answer?
"That's your pimple, momma."
Oh. Thanks, Evan. I did have a huge pimple on my face. This is like high school all over again when I had a dream one night that this cute boy told me he was going to call me Pimply Ugly. Yeah, I actually dreamed that.
Really, though, it made me laugh. Kids are so honest, and it's hilarious.