gor[b] Paul Gorbould: Words and Pictures

The stuff I live for (3)

Scene 1: Father, dropping his girls off for gymnastics in the local church basement, parks his crappy Honda Civic behind an incongruously located Maserati Quattroporte.

Dad: Wow! That's a nice car!
6-year-old: Which one?
Dad: The silver one, with the shiny crown on the front.
4-year-old: It looks like a fish. I don't like it.
Dad: Well, I like it. I'd like a car like that.
6-year-old: We don't need that. We have a car, and it isn't broken.

Scene 2: Later that day, it rains. Dad and 6-year-old buy a colouring book for the 4-year-old whilst shopping for groceries. They return home to give it to her.

Dad: Your sister and I bought something for you.
4-year-old: What is it?
Dad: Oh, just a little something for a rainy day.
4-year-old: Is it an umbrella?
Dad: No, not that. I mean, something you can enjoy on a day when it's too wet to go outside.
4-year-old: Is it rubber boots?

Scene 3: 6-year-old is describing her philosophy of art.

6-year-old: You know, when I draw triangles I make them not very pointy. That way nobody in picture world will get poked.