I’m sitting at the desk, drawing a picture of the black bookshelf in the corner of our playroom. Julia walks up.
Julia: “What are you drawing? Do not draw a picture of something in this room.”
Me: “Why not? I like to draw things I can see. It’s called ‘drawing from life.'”
J: “You know what it’s really called? ‘Sketching.'”
Me, laughing: “That’s true.”
I keep drawing, finishing the left-hand vertical end of the bookshelf. Julia watches.
J: “What is that? Is it a sandwich?”
M, laughing harder: “No, it’s not a sandwich.”
J: “Why are you laughing? You drew something that looks like a sandwich.”
M, barely able to talk: “It’s supposed to be the bookshelf! Right there!”
Julia turns and looks at the shelf in question, then turns back.
J: “Maybe. It still looks like a sandwich.”
Ha ha ha!
(But it does make me wonder what the drawing looked like.)