Monday, May 18, 2009
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails...that's what the old rhyme tells us. Yesterday, after choosing a temporary tattoo of a particularly fierce dinosaur for his left forearm, David made what I consider to be his first statement of personal aesthetic taste: "Trin likes beautiful things, and I like bad things." "Do you think it's possible to like beautiful things AND bad things?" I asked. "Yes," was his answer, "I like bad things AND beautiful things." That's my boy.