My daughter loves to draw and paint. She has a unique perspective and has received some very high praise from an accomplished, professional painter already.
That being said, last night I was the subject of one drawing. The lil’ miss chose to draw my face. It’s actually not bad, in a cartoonish, kinda way. She definitely has promise.
The one thing that made me shake my head, sigh and say, “really?” was when I carelessly inquired about the little black dots on my face.
Apparently, those are my wrinkles. *sigh* I took the picture before she went back to edit her picture and add a few bags under my eyes. Oh for the love of my 9-year old. She surely keeps it interesting.