When T. was in preschool he had to draw a school bus.
T. hated art, hated to draw, hated to be told what to do, hated a regiment. Not much has changed.
In packing up the house, again, I was going through his memory box and I found the picture.
It made me laugh out loud as I remember the conversation I had with the teacher.
Teacher: Mrs T-Mom, today I asked the students to draw a picture of a school bus. The object of the exercise is to be able to recognize shapes and draw them.
Me: Uh-huh (silently thinking please don't tell me he threatened to bring his grandfathers chain saw to school again)
Teacher: This was T's picture
hands me drawing
Me: Oh. Did you ask him why he drew the school bus like this?
Me: And what was his response?
Teacher: He said it crashed.