Kids say the darndest things.
And as my grandchildren, beautiful as they are, are kids... they are no different.
My two grandchildren from Colorado came for a visit, and while they were here, I decided to use some of my other artsy energies and do a bit of doodling.
Now as some of you know, I don't claim to be a Schulz or anything. But given enough time, I can draw a decent cartoon or doodle a doodle. Grandma is not without her talents.
Try telling that to a five-year-old.
My eldest granddaughter, Brianne, has more discerning tastes when it comes to art. She liked my doodles enough she wanted me to draw some for her. And of course she was so proud of my ability she thought my other grandchildren should share in the wonder.
Elise studied my doodles and gave my attempts at art a thoughtful nod.
Ian looked at the pictures, then at me, then back at the pictures, his brows drawn like an old man's as he considered his feelings about my art. As much consideration as he gave my drawings, I expected a glowing compliment. Yeah right...
When he finally figured out what he wanted to say, he said, "Wow Grandma, you're a good tracer."
Brianne tried to explain that Grandma didn't trace it. She really draws."
Ian was not accepting that as fact. I was a good tracer and that was that.
Oh well, one wonders what he'd say if he read one of my books. I wonder if he knows the word Plagiarism...
Here's the picture Ian said I traced.
