Last night Sophie came up to me while I was in the kitchen eating everything that wasn’t nailed down.
"Mom!" she said, "I am going to draw a picture for my teacher and she is going to love it!"
"That’s great, honey. Your art stuff is right there by the table."
"It’s gonna be ME, on a cross!" With this, she held her arms out to the side, stuck out her tongue, shut her eyes, and let her head loll to the side.
"Uh. I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Most people who believe in Jesus would feel like that isn’t very respectful. Maybe you could draw a picture of you. . . reading a book. Or, planting flowers or jumping rope."
"I know! I’ll draw a picture of ME, on the table! And, I’ll be all tied up with ropes! And my feet, my feet will be NAILED, to the table!"
*sigh* "Uh. No. I don’t think she’d like that. It’s a little, uh. . . violent."
"How about if I’m hanging from a cross?"
At the same time I said, "No," Lex said, "How about if you are hanging, FROM A RAINBOW OR SOMETHING NICE?"
"Pffft," she said, "that is soooooo babyish," then she stormed off, completely pissed because no one here understands her artistic vision.
Oh, how brilliant and yet so wrong. No fluffy bunnies, colorful flowers, and pastel eggs, huh?
sophie! please make sure you put the nails through you wrists, not the palms of your hands.
maybe she’ll be the next david lynch. she’s got a good start.
heh. i adore sophie.
Oh my, that child is funny! I fear for you for the teenage years.
I’m with Meghan. I can’t wait to hear what she’s up to in about ten years.
a rare moment for me.