Crappy Baby was messing around with all the paper plates scattered across the floor.
(Those black things in the pictures below? Paper plates. Large ones and small ones. These are leftovers from their pirate birthday party last fall, now repurposed as craft materials. My drawings are sliding downhill if I have to explain them this much.)
He says he is going to make Mickey Mouse.
He starts with the face. Good choice.
He adds an ear using one of the smaller plates. In the correct place! I’m impressed.
And then he does it again! I’m super impressed. Have you ever seen toddler art? It sucks. Their first attempts at humanoid shapes just look like amoebas. After that, the proportions are all whack.
But this, this is GOOD! Accurate!
(How clever that Mickey Mouse’s logo is so simple. Just three circles. A toddler can not only recognize it but they can replicate it. Brilliant.)
Then he grabs one more plate. Uh oh. No, stop! You don’t need another plate, it is perfect already!
Sigh. Here is where it is going to go to shit.
Honestly, I thought he was going to add Mickey Mouse’s penis.
Yes, he knows the word sternum and where it is. Haven’t I told you what an anatomy nerd my husband is? He has won awards, people.
Okay, actually it is just because he hears it each day when Crappy Boy adjusts his car seat chest buckle slider thingy and asks, “Is it on my sternum?” (And it always is, car seat police. Always is.)