


Ava is learning about tints and shades, primary and secondary colors. She had to paint colors onto a paper the day before and let them dry, then she had to draw a cat on that painted paper and cut it out.
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.
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