Finally! The magical moment is here!
The boy is not interested in drawing, or anything crafty really unless it means creating a monumental mess. He’s never come home with drawings, or pictures of faces or anything. Just not interested.
So he wasn’t especially pleased to be put in an arts & crafts club by his mean Mum (it’s good for his fine motor skills, m’kay?)
So, to my utter delight, this week in his bag was a PICTURE! An actual drawing, with colour and everything!
My sister happened upon it and asked me why there was a drawing of a flying penis stuck on the fridge, but she can piss off. It’s clearly an impressionist masterpiece.