“If I’m going to suffer this, then you can as well DAD.”
We had arrived at one of those lessons – ART.
Son really struggles with drawing. His fine motor skills are just not conducive to it. Unfortunately his Dad is also rather deficient in this area as well. I am to Art as Donald Trump is to Veganism. I remember one art teacher quietly whispering in my ear when she took one look at my attempt at a landscape scene.
Can I suggest that goes in the bin. I wouldn’t take it home as your parents might be of a nervous disposition.
But son is right. If he suffers then I need to suffer as well.
One hour later we compared masterpieces. His attempt was not too bad. Son cast his critical eye over my work.
“Erm Dad what exactly is it?”
“That’s a tree”
“Are you sure. I would never have guessed that.”
“Look son it’s obvious. These are branches.”
“Are you sure it’s not upside down. What on earth is that?”
“That is a bird and that is a nest”
“Oh a bird. I thought it was a car. Look Dad I am bad at art but I have an excuse. I have Dyspraxia. What on earth is your excuse to be so awful at this. Clearly you talents lie elsewhere. “
The search continues…….