When we first started having kids, one of my vivid first parental fears was that, when my kids were old enough to draw, they'd hand me a picture that I was supposed to admire. And I'd admire it while holding it upside down, much to their chagrin.
That happened tonight, minus the chargrin part. Here's the picture.
When I saw it, I instantly knew what it was: "Oh, son, what a nice pig!" I said.
"It's not a pig," he replied.
"It's not? Then what is it?"
He took it gently from my hands, turned it over, and handed it to me again. "It's a bunch of smiley faces," he said. Indeed it is:
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