Yesterday Jr. did his first art project with the big kids at his preschool. Even taking into account the fact that his chosen medium was fingerpaint, the work looked pretty slapdash to me; I have no idea what he was trying to portray. At first I thought it might be a landscape, possibly the campsite we were at last summer. I squinted a little and thought that it was perhaps a portrait of the Chief Educator mowing his lawn. Then it occurred to me that maybe the lad was working in an impressionist style, and his piece should be enjoyed with that in mind. Tried it. Nope. The picture is just bad, no way around it. Even so . . .

Did I mention the remodeling being done at his preschool? It kicks up lots of dust: the CFO obviously got some in her eyes when she picked up Stinkboy and heard all about his very first project with the big kids. What’s odd is that she tracked some of the dust back to the HQ and somehow got a bit of it in my eyes as she was telling me about it. It’s the only way I can think of to explain our watery eyes — it’s way too early for allergy season.