My five-year-old daughter, Princess, loves to draw. Last year it got to the point where I could hardly walk in the house without stepping on one of her pictures or characters she drew and cut out. I'm telling you this so you won't think I'm an awful mother for not being aware of every picture she's drawn.
Recently I noticed a picture she'd hung on her wall with masking tape. Most of her creations feature herself and me, since we are the only females in the family. Lots of the time we're running through fields of flowers or standing under a rainbow, but this picture caught my eye because it was so different from the norm.
"When did you draw that picture?" I asked her.
"Last year," she said. (This is where the non-judgy part comes in.)
I stared at the picture, noting that she and I were drawn completely in black, but we looked like we were holding hands and between our hands were green things. "What are the green parts?" I asked.
"Oh," she said in her matter-of-fact way, "We're giving each other money and chocolate."
Money and chocolate. I don't know where she got that from, but she's learned well!