SKUNK

Today, my seven year old came home with two gorgeous works of art that he made in his art class.  The first was an impressive interpretation of Matisse through the eyes of a goldfish.  The second was a drawing of a family portrait.  I was thrilled with his artistic interpretations and pleased that he had gotten some artistic talent (thank you mother-in-law.)  As I studied the family portrait, I noticed something that seems to appear in every drawing of our family.  The daddy is bald (accurate), the younger boy has puppy dog brown eyes, the older boy has a rock and roll hair style, and the mother has yellow hair with a black stripe down the middle.  I always used to wonder why my son would draw me with a black stripe in the middle of my head.  Not wanting to sound critical, I commented on the drawing and finally asked about the black stripe on the mom figure.  He laughed and said that my yellow hair always has a center black stripe and that I resemble a skunk.  I guess I should have complimented his flawless attention to detail.  Clearly, my seven year old is aware of when I need to schedule a hair color appointment.  God, he makes me feel good.  (PS the chick on the right with the roots is not me!)