We've taken Allison home, and Caleb and I are heading to his house to meet up with the rest of his family for a cook-out. He's diligently working on a "tissue-box-house" in the backseat, using bits and pieces of stuff he's found lying around back there. I comment to him that he might one day be an architect or an engineer, someone who is good at building things. He says,
"But Emmy, you know that art is in my blood,
because you are such a great artist!"
Well, I'm taking that as a huge compliment, although, as we all know, he doesn't have a drop of my blood in him, at least not the red kind.
I do love that boy!
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