Today Oliver sat at the table just before dinner to draw. He almost always has a scrap, rolled up piece of paper and a fist full of markers on him or near by. While I made dinner, I couldn't help but smile as he tried to sneak across the table for the pencil box.
He left behind some perfect foot prints, evidence of a wonderful day spent barefoot outside. I smiled.
Then he told me this drawing was special for me! When I asked him what it was he told me it was a chicken. "See it's wings, and it's feet mom?" Oh yes, now I see it!
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