Slightly on the Spectrum
When my 13 year old son was in preschool, they had a special "Moms" day. The class sang us a song and showed off the many skills they had learned getting ready for their big step into Kindergarten the following year. The teachers had asked all the little ones to draw a picture for their mom expressing something she does for them. I peeked at the others drawings as they were passed out and read aloud. Mostly stick figures with flowers or something resembling a sink with dishes or desk with a computer. I was anxious to see what my little guy had thought of when prompted to remember the numerous tasks his mother (ME) did for him daily. (dishes, laundry, no I got it!... making food!! He loved dinner time!) They held up his drawing and read the description. (they had written on the bottom what he told them it was) "There was a man and he exploded." The picture was in all black and looked exactly like something had exploded on the paper! You know the funny