My Morbid Artist

Little Miss drew a couple pictures for me this morning. She informed me that the big, blue blot is blood. "That picture is about somebody dieing." I told her, "you're kind of a morbid child," and smiled. She told me, "I'm an artist remember?" I'm not sure where she comes up with this stuff, but it certainly amuses me. I appreciate that she isn't a stereotype. She loves sword fights, babies, and checking blood pressure. She wants to look up pictures of skeletons, flowers, towers, animals, and actors from her favorite movies. She's scared of spiders and bats. Her favorite animal, this morning, is "cubs." I'm not sure if she's still talking about bears or if the conversation has moved back to lions and jaguars. She loves to write her own songs and can't figure out why I can't memorize them after listening once. She's her own person and I love it.