Friday, June 29, 2012

Small Girl, Big Opinion

Today was the last day of art camp for Big E.  All week they worked on a Picasso-esque painting of a cat.  Big E talked about his painting all week.  He was very excited to show me the finished product.

Big E was beaming with pride as his teacher handed over his painting.

OH, BIG E, IT IS WONDERFUL!

Now, I'm not sure how much help he had, but for a three year old, I thought it truly was awesome.

NO, HE MESSED UP SOME!

I looked down at one of his fellow campers.  I'd say she was about five.  I suppressed the urge to punch her in the gut.

I'm not a confrontational person.  Not even a little.  I say all sorts of nasty things in my head, but never release them to the general public, unless it is in my semi-anonymous blog.

IT IS NOT MESSED UP, IT IS BEAUTIFUL!  BIG E, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

I quickly snapped back at her.  Big E's wide, proud smile faded to a very faint one.

YOUR PAINTING SUCKS WORSE, LITTLE GIRL!

Again, I didn't actually say that.  Because I am an adult and know better, allegedly.

I grabbed Big E, his painting, thanked his teacher and got the hell out of that over critical room.

Please tell me I'm not overreacting.  I was really mad. Don't rain on my kid's parade, just because your parents are poo-pooing everything you do.

And that was the end of my fight with a five year old.
Big E's painting.  I'd say it's better than a lot of stuff hanging in the art museum.

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