Sunday, August 17, 2008

she's a tender little dude

We have a painting hung above our couch that was painted specifically to match our living room and to represent "family". Divided into squares containing circles in a range of blues, browns, and creams, the painting features birds, nests, and eggs. It was one of the first things I painted after Cleo was born, a testament to my tender feelings for her and our duty to cradle her lovingly and raise her.

Today, as Cleo sat on the couch in her diaper, chillin' with her daddy, she happened to look up and notice the painting. It went like this:

Cleo: Eggis!! I see EGGIS!!
Mommy: Yes, those are eggs.

I know you can't explain meaningful art to a toddler, but I think her feelings are a little less philosophical and a little more... gastronomical. Le sigh.


stinestrain said...

I always wondered which came first...

the carpet or the painting :)

Robert D. said...

The hunter-gatherer instinct is alive and well with this little padawan, more precious to me though is the Conan like desire to crush, destroy, eat...
Mongol Chieftan: Conan! What is best in life?
Conan: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women.
Of course for my kiddo, this Conan montra has always been more about how men should be treated so we omit women and make it "their lametations". Smile, it keeps everyone else nervous. Life is good. It tastes just like rotisserie chicken with lemon-garlic green beans and new potatoes...