When I bought this coloring book a couple years ago, it seemed like forever before I’d have children old enough to appreciate it... As usual, I underestimated the speed of time.
The other day I copied out a couple pictures for us to work on and since I’m a Crayola junkie, I chose one to color myself.
Van Gogh painted it like this.
He named it Entrance To The Asylum.
I felt that was an appropriate choice for me.
Here’s my version.
Don’t you think I should have it blown up, framed and hang it in the entryway?
It might scare away the salesmen.
Bee used a more abstract, colorful, multimedia approach to her picture. I let her know we are not decorating her room this way. Sorry, Charlie.
But that boy... this is his.
You could call him a minimalist but I think it more that he lacks focus.
Maybe that’s my problem.
He looks so much like me as I pull the eighth load of laundry from the washer this afternoon.
Asylum Here I come In NE