This morning, I was working on my laptop in the family room. About 10 feet away, my three-year-old son was sitting at the kitchen table eating cheese. He loves cheese. He could eat it all day long.
What he likes even more than cheese is cheese with ketchup. Sometimes it's best not to ask questions....
So, he's sitting at the table eating his cheese, dipping each piece in the ketchup. No problem and all is right in his little world.
All of a sudden I smell something that reminds me of my youth. It reminded me of bowling alleys and greasy french fries drenched in ketchup. The greasy ketchup smell always reminds me of bowling alleys.
So, I look over and discover that my wonderful, beautiful, good-as-can-be three-year-old son has decided to once again make "Ketchup Art."
He makes me so proud. Of course I took a picture. We're saving pictures like this for his prom night. We figure if we show these pictures to his date, it will become a platonic prom date.
At least this time he created his artwork on a dish. Last time it was all over the kitchen table...and his shirt...and his pants...and his arms and hands...and his face. That was fun to clean up.
Don Fabrizio-Garcia, REALTOR
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