Just in case Breuklyn ever decides to run away, thank goodness I now have this life size picture of her to show to the police.
Being in Pre-K means that she gets to do countless drawings of herself, none of which even remotely resemble what the poor child actually looks like. Since she expended all of her Crayola energy in decorating her shirt and orange hands, she had no interest in decorating her head. She did, however, give herself glasses and 4 strands of hair. We were ever so proud of her creation...
... until she got to school and compared her picture against the rest of her class. Apparently, she is enrolled with a class full of future Picasso's. Who knew? Well, I actually know better than that. Their parents are the ones with the artistic flair. The poor kids didn't even have a shot at coloring, because their parents were busy busting out the yellow yarn and the glue gun. There was enough fabric, glitter and yarn there to make a Macy's Day Float.
Now... maybe I am incorrect here, but I don't feel that it is my place to correct Breuklyn's lopsided ears or different colored shoes. I thought that was the point of her doing a portrait of herself. If she was doing a portrait of me, now that would be a different story. I have no interest in being forever remembered as the lady with lime green hair and eyes that are two different sizes. However, this is Breuklyn's project so I said to her and I will continue to say to her, "Rock on."
I guess that times have changed since I was in school. Thankfully, I already completed my life size portrait of me way back in the day when I would have actually fit on butcher block paper. Therefore, I am exempt. Rock on.