All in a day's work

Little dude attended a trial art class today. I signed him up because I passed by the community centre and saw the notice on the bulletin board. I thought, "Hey! This is how I can have an hour of peace". So I paid thirteen dollars and fifty cents to have someone entertain him for an hour. It was a good deal.

When it was time for class to end, I was waiting outside the door feeling hopeful that he had enjoyed his lesson (so that I can send him for more lessons and have more peace). The door opened and the kids made a beeline to come out. When it was little dude's turn, the first thing he said when he saw me was......

"I think I need a nap." 

I nearly burst out laughing. Poor guy. I know that he isn't into drawing and colouring and related stuff. I don't blame him really.

When I tucked him into bed at the end of the day, he told me, "Mama, today I draw and draw, and draw until the sky turned dark".

Yes, that was because at 6.30pm the sun was still up when he went in. Then it was 7.30pm when the class ended. That hour must have seemed like an eternity to him. Poor baby.

Anyway, this is the product of today's lesson:

I guess we'll take a break from art lessons. For now.