As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Young Rembrandt
I have this set of tealight candles on my island in the kitchen.
Eric told me that the other night, Ava was standing at the island, with this heart-on-a-stick in her hand. He said that she dipped the heart into a tealight, and then pretended to paint on the island. Eric asked her what she was doing. She said she was painting.
But she wasn't painting with paint. She said that each tealight had something in it. One had love, one had sad, one had angry, one had happy. She said "Now I'm adding angry. Next I'll add funny".
So not only was she pretend painting, she was pretend painting with emotions.
Have I mentioned that abstract children can be VERY weird?
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Cool, NOW I know what emotions are for.
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