My daughter is an artistic genius, I tell you. While all the other three-year-olds are mindlessly drawing happy faces, my little Edvard Munch is thinking deep thoughts and sketching the grim faces of this world.
Have you ever seen such a realistic depiction of life's harsh reality? She's captured my expression beautifully.
Notice anything else?
I'll give you a hint . . . it involves the hand she is using to draw her next masterpiece . . .
She's drawing with her RIGHT hand. I'd accepted the fact that my daughter is left-handed, and then she goes and pulls a switcheroo. Wait a minute . . .
Perhaps I spoke too soon.
So which is it, girly girl? Left or right?
Only Mr. Grim Face knows, and he's not talking.
Dinner last night: beef barley soup, sweet corn muffins