Munchkin #1, our eldest daughter, is one of those children who rarely speaks at school, unless she has the answer; which of course she always does, but that isn’t the point. She is a girl of few words, until she gets in the minivan in the pickup line and then she spouts off dialogue until she is in bed asleep.
Barely an exaggeration. The girl can TALK, and she will admit to it in between breaths and punctuation.
This morning, while sitting around the breakfast table, my hubby was reading the paper, and on the front of the FYI section of The Kansas City Star, was an altered version of the famous painting, American Gothic.
The famous painting was altered so the woman was wearing a pilgrim outfit for Thanksgiving, and the man with the pitchfork was sporting Yiddish attire and holding a Menorah instead. It was in honor of the great Thanksgivukkah of 2013 of which everyone is talking about around every Kosher deli counter.
My hubby and I were discussing the significance of this rare occasion and how the last time Thanksgiving and Hanukkah were on the same day was in 1888 and wouldn’t happen again for 78,000 more years. We thought this was pretty awesome, like Halley’s Comet. (Of course we enjoy our Thanksgiving and Christmas to be on separate days, but since that wasn’t going to be happening, we probably shouldn’t have an opinion.)
So Munchkin #1 walks in and sees the picture in the paper and says:
“Oh, look it’s his dentist.”
The hubby and I stop to gawk at each other and wonder why she thinks a Yiddish man presenting a Menorah seems to look like a dentist to her. Especially since her dentist is a blonde, short woman.
Hubby: M1, why does he look like a dentist?
M1: He doesn’t look like the dentist. He is the dentist.
Me: I don’t get it.
M1: When the painter made this painting, he made the man to look like his dentist.
Hubby: (looking at me) You better research this one first.
The hubby knew I was going to run with that comment. And as it turns out, the 8 year old knew more than the parents. Again! Fact checked it at The Art Institute of Chicago.
Me: I can’t believe you are learning so much in art class.
M1: What did you learn when you were my age in art?
Me: Perspective. Just perspective.
M1: What’s that?
Me: Exactly!
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