I can't draw. That is a proven fact. Like the Earth, wind, and tacos. You can't argue with it. Everything I draw looks dead. Houses? Dead. Trains? Dead. Even stick people. So when Large Fry asked me to draw him a cat I am apprehensive. Do I really want to expose my child to a dead cat? What good parent would do that?
But his big blue eyes won me over.
I pick a crisp white sheet of paper and a bright blue crayon. Everyone loves blue cats right?
This is what I drew:
Large Fry: Mommy what is that?
Me: It's a cat.
Large Fry: No, it's a monster
Me: It is a cat! You asked for a cat!
Large Fry: Mommy I think it looks dead.
Me: It's not dead! It's smiling
Large Fry: No I don't think so! I think it's dead.
See people. Even a 3 year old knows. Please don't ask me to draw.