Art

I was making breakfast a few mornings ago when I glanced down to see Mason happily scribbling on his Doodly-Thing on the refridgerator. He'd never paid it any mind before except to try to rip the pen off of it, but there he was - creating a his first work of art.

George thinks it's the three of us holding hands on the beach, but I'm pretty sure it's an abstract depiction of Mason's view of the world: slightly messy but beautiful and always turning out okay in the end.

I still haven't erased it.