I'm catching up with conversations had with my daughter over the last month, and here's the first installment. Her early proclivities towards drawing are still going strong, which makes me a proud dad.
Addison comes running, a paper flapping in her hand.
Addison: Look! Look what I drew!
Me: What is it?
Addison: I don't know! Tell me! Tell me!
With my three-year-old already giving me Rorschach tests, I wonder when the psychoanalysis comes.
While coloring with my daughter, I started to put the cap on the pink marker and reach for the green one.
Addison: Hey! Do NOT put that cap on!
Me: But I was just going to...
Addison: No! You are using the pink. I asked for you to use it, and so you need to USE IT!
Me: When do I get to use something else?
Addison: When I tell you to. Now, finish coloring!
She's especially assertive today. And really likes pink.
This morning after working on our letters on the whiteboard, we turned to drawing:
Addison: Wait, what are you doing dad?
Me: Drawing an alien.
Addison (laughing): Not on earth! Aliens are not on earth! Silly daddy. (still laughing)
Me: Okay, where are aliens?
Addison: On that other planet. The RED one.
She marches over to the far side of the white board and jabs her finger at a blank spot in the corner.
Addison: You can draw the red planet here. And that's where the aliens are.
I can not tell you how psyched I am that the exploration (and colonization?!) of Mars is basically occurring during the most formative years of her life. This kid is gonna learn about outer space, I can tell you. It reminds me of the sense of wonder I had as a kid. This is really going to be a lot of fun.