The parents don’t play fair. Just the other day I discovered that they’ve been holding out on me. Here’s what happened. A friend came over to play and mommy gave him pages with pictures but no colors on them. Then she gave him some sticks and suddenly there was color!
These sticks are the most amazing things ever! I demanded mommy give me one of them, and immediately put it to use. I spent hours putting color on every picture mommy gave me. I even put color on some pages that didn’t have pictures. It was great.
Being the innovator that I am, I quickly realized that mommy had not even begun to grasp the potential of these magic color sticks. I gathered a few and hurried off to a secluded area where I could focus on my art. Fortunately, there are many large surfaces perfectly suited for coloring in the house. Unfortunately, like so many great artists who have gone before, it seems that I must suffer for my art.
Now mommy counts all of my color sticks and makes sure that I don’t have any on my person before she releases me from my chair. Who knew the parents had such a hatred for art?