O got this great easel and new paints for his Birthday. Quiet, please. He is hard at work fashioning his first masterpiece!
Such concentration!
The finished product. Looks like something wonderful and abstract to me...definitely worth a fortune!
A funny story about the easel: It has to live in O's room because there just is not space for it anywhere else. We stuck it an empty corner, easily accessible for whenever the artsy bug bites. Well, if you know O, you know that any disruption to his space can be traumatic. That night, a few minutes after we tucked Owie in, we heard quite a rucus coming from his room, some screaming and crying and banging. We didn't know what to make of it, but both Jeremy and I raced to O's rescue, sure to find blood and all sorts of trouble. But no (thankfully)! The culprit was the horrible easel, daring to sit right out in the open where it has never been before. And so, we folded up the menacing easel and tucked it behind his dresser, completely out of the way. O was only partially appeased (He wanted it completely removed from the premises), but at least he was able drift off to dreamland...and we can still get at the easel rather readily when we want to.
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