So the other day mom gave me a crayon to draw with, but even though I scribbled and scribbled, it didn't make any mark. I thought "what kind of facacta art project is this?" Then she busted out the watercolors and it all became clear. Actually, I had forgotten about the crayon at that point but mom kept going "look, look, Cami. your coloring!" So I assume that it was supposed to have all become clear. In reality, I gave her a "lady, what?" look and kept on painting. Mom said it wasn't a big hit at Kane's preschool either. What does she expect? She doesn't practice the principle of delayed gratification well at all. Not sure why she was surprised. But I still had a good time.
hmm. this crayon doesn't seem to work either.
what the heck, mom?
ahh, yes. i see it. (what is she talking about?)
i'll just keep painting. maybe she'll pipe down.
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