Artistic Abilities

Remember this guy?

Creepy voice aside, I think that, after two decades of seeing his commercials, I’m finally going to call his ass.

You see, Althea has artistic abilities. We first noticed it when we gave the girls Magna Doodles (are they still called that, or am I just old?) about a year ago. While Elise had the typical two-year-old reaction of using it as a step stool, Althea started drawing circles. Lots of them. All surprisingly round and of varying sizes.

“Well,” I thought. “Ain’t she one circle-drawing fool.”

Circles soon became drawings of Muno from Yo Gabba Gabba. From there, she began doing faces. Here’s a portrait of me. Apparently I have airborne hair (or is that a halo?) and a bad case of acne — at least one of which is accurate on any given day.

Some of the things she draws are pretty awesome. One day, she ran over to me saying “Cat! Kramer!” She dragged me over to her Magna Doodle to show me this picture she drew of Kramer, our cat:

Pretty close. She even remembered to put a tail on him. Either that, or he’s shitting upwards.

One day, she asked me to add teeth on a smiley face she’d drawn. Then, she disappeared. When she came back, she was holding this:

This is a portrait of her Grandma and Grandpa (my in-laws). Notice that Grandma (the top one) has teeth and is even wearing glasses like Real Grandma. Grandpa, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well this time. I guess even genius artistry has its limits.

While this type of artwork makes me throw a few more bucks in her college fund, there are some endeavors that are just plain disturbing. Such as:

Fuuuuck. I really can’t think of a moment that has made me feel like a worse mother than this. It pretty much makes you want to call a child psychologist, right?

And a few days ago, I walked into the garage to find this bit of artistry on her easel:

I do believe that’s Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo. Hey, at least he’s smiling.