Those of us with small children know the pleasure of seeing the creative output of our progeny slapped up on the side of the refrigerator.
Who among us has not taken a particularly fetching piece of Juvenile Artwork and attached it to the icebox – a task for which the Refrigerator Magnet is eminently suited – so that Random Kitchen Passersby may see it and make the “Oooooh, Aaaaah” sounds?
Each of our daughters has, in her own way, an artistic bent that has resulted in the creation of memorable Fridge Art. Years ago, when the Mistress of Sarcasm was but a toddler, she took it upon herself to draw a portrait of the Grandmomma d’Elisson, who was roughly ninety years of age at the time. And the Mistress captured every feature, right down to the numerous melanin-rich skin tags with which her Great-Grandma’s face was festooned.
The Momma d’Elisson finding this extremely amusing, she immediately added the Mistress’s Magnum Opus to the Gallery o’ Crap adorning the front of the fridge. It stayed there for years.
Elder Daughter’s work has not gone unnoticed, as well. Herewith a drawing – a Valentine! – she made for me at the tender age of six. I have carried it with me in my briefcase every day for nearly twenty-one years.
Alas, as our children get older, their output of Refrigerator Art tends to diminish. Its place on the fridge is gradually taken over by PTA bulletins, calendars, coupons for local businesses, party invitations.
But this week, Elder Daughter gifted me with Yet Another Piece of Refrigerator Art. Brought me right back to the days of her youth, it did.
I invite my Esteemed Readers to offer their speculations in the Comments as to the subject of the drawing. As you exercise your imaginations, keep in mind that this is my daughter we’re talking about...
Who among us has not taken a particularly fetching piece of Juvenile Artwork and attached it to the icebox – a task for which the Refrigerator Magnet is eminently suited – so that Random Kitchen Passersby may see it and make the “Oooooh, Aaaaah” sounds?
Each of our daughters has, in her own way, an artistic bent that has resulted in the creation of memorable Fridge Art. Years ago, when the Mistress of Sarcasm was but a toddler, she took it upon herself to draw a portrait of the Grandmomma d’Elisson, who was roughly ninety years of age at the time. And the Mistress captured every feature, right down to the numerous melanin-rich skin tags with which her Great-Grandma’s face was festooned.
The Momma d’Elisson finding this extremely amusing, she immediately added the Mistress’s Magnum Opus to the Gallery o’ Crap adorning the front of the fridge. It stayed there for years.
Elder Daughter’s work has not gone unnoticed, as well. Herewith a drawing – a Valentine! – she made for me at the tender age of six. I have carried it with me in my briefcase every day for nearly twenty-one years.
Alas, as our children get older, their output of Refrigerator Art tends to diminish. Its place on the fridge is gradually taken over by PTA bulletins, calendars, coupons for local businesses, party invitations.
But this week, Elder Daughter gifted me with Yet Another Piece of Refrigerator Art. Brought me right back to the days of her youth, it did.
I invite my Esteemed Readers to offer their speculations in the Comments as to the subject of the drawing. As you exercise your imaginations, keep in mind that this is my daughter we’re talking about...
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