My daughter told me yesterday that she wanted to take art classes. First, I was proud. Of course she wants to learn more about art! She’s a creative kid! I’m such a good parent and role model! Yay me!
Then I was upset. What, having a working artist in your own house is not enough of an education for you? Maybe you’re over-burdened by your access to large quantities of wonderful art supplies?
Then I was resigned. I remembered when my dad tried to teach me to drive a car. Sure, he knew how to drive, but between the get your foot off the brake! and the one hand, one foot! and the never trust your mirrors! I was a damn basket case. Not only did I not learn how to drive, I spun out in an intersection on the way to school and the guy behind me had a CB radio (YES, A CB RADIO) and radioed all his buddies at our high school about it and so yeah, I had to walk into THAT and high school is already bad enough…do you see where I’m going with this?
So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to Google art classes for 7-year-olds.