So I was sitting in my coworker's office. After we finish our work talk he says, "Look at my latest masterpiece"
I look up at his wall at the newest painting on his wall. "Aww, which one of your kids drew that?"
"[Insert childs name here]"
"So cute! Little turtles swimming." I said.
"Those aren't turtles. Those are people." He laughed at my ignorance. "Turtles don't wear clothes."
I looked at him... Turtles don't wear clothes? Really?? "Well people aren't GREEN!" I wanted to yell back... but I didn't. Cause that would be mean.
I looked back quizzically at the painting of green "people" turned every which way on a light blue background, but decided to let it go.
I can only hope that when I have kids they'll be able to tell the difference between reptiles and mammals. And if not, I hope I am not so blinded by my love for them that I advertise their ignorance on my office walls. Those paintings will not make it out of the house and will instead be displayed prominently on the refrigerator door.
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What's worse, the person showing off their own child's interpretation of real life, or a single person hanging up their friend's kid's crazy art in her cube...
I leave it to you to give Ryan constructive criticism about his art. Mean Auntie Kara. (I laughed so hard reading that)
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