Young John is always up to something. We keep scissors, pens, paper, utensils, cups of water, and anything else that can spill or end up on the floor or walls out of his reach since he knows how to use a lot of things, just not always on the right mediums. Often, he'll find a piece of paper (usually my grocery list) and a pen close by and ask, "John color?" I let him, since I'm usually in the middle of something and it won't harm.
Well, earlier this week, we saw a large crane travel down our small street and our curiosity was piqued. Turns out, a neighbor needed a tree removed and they had little space to get it down, so the tree company brought in a crane to help with the job. We watched a harnessed man dangle from the crane armed with a chain saw cut branches that were lowered down, chopped up and place in a dump truck or the chipper. It was quite a site.
We came home and John and I were in the kitchen and he's at the counter. I notice he's "coloring". I told him it was ok and a few minutes later he brings me this.
"Look, Mommy. I draw the crane and the tree. See it? See it right there?"
People, my kid can draw! Ignore my (anemic) meal plan and you'll see a stalky tree on the right complete with grass at the bottom. And those diagonal parallel lines to the left? That's the crane.
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