Thomas painted from 4 pm until 10 pm tonight, taking a short break only to eat. Bob insisted on postponing the physics lesson because Thomas was so grossly absorbed in what he was doing.
He did a pretty good job. He asked me my honest opinion and I said honestly, for your first-ever painting, it is great. He asked me what I would do different. That one was hard to answer. See, he had the great painting and at the top he painted "titanic" in white on the sky background. In D'Nealian letters. You know, those happy, upturned cheerful letters. I said I'd paint over "titanic". You don't need it because anyone who looks at the painting will know what it is. And besides that, it's too happy because at that very moment that you chose to paint, people are screaming and dying. It's not a happy scene.
I then asked him if he'd like to get out dad's painting books. NO, I know how to paint, mooooom.
He marches to the beat of his own drummer. Getting a painting book out might kill the love. What's a mom to do.
I'm going to get the books out anyway, leave them on the breakfast table, and see what he does.
I am so happy we found the ceramics class. I just wish we could find other art classes in our town.