My 5-year-old daughter loves this old set of Sesame Street books that we have around the house. Loves them.
So today while I was upstairs getting another Mountain Dew I noticed she had one out and was busily coloring.
I leaned in to make sure whe wasn’t coloring in the book and was pleasantly surprised to see this:
Not bad huh? I think she might have a few of Dad’s artsy genes. (Insert fatherly beaming smile here.)