I was sorting through a stack of artwork this afternoon, trying to intuit which pieces they'd miss and which ones they wouldn't if I happened to file them in the nearest bin. Lots of paper airplanes, nebulous car-like shapes and intricate doodles.
One picture of B's really stood out. It had a sweet little giraffe thingy next to a blob with bird feet. I tossed away the rest and hung it up in a place of honor on the kitchen cabinets.
At dinner this evening he pointed at the masterpiece and said through a mouthful of potatoes:
That's nice! What is it?
Huh? What's what?
That! Over there on the kitchen cabinet!
Um? It's something you drew-- is that a bird?
No idea. I've never seen it before...