art lessons

i am blogging again. and, since my other blog is receiving so much of my attention, i figured i should stop by here and drop a note. incidentally, i am doing this on my phone. which is really quite awesome, but i cannot figure out how to capitalize letters or scroll back to fix spelling errors. bear with me.

So, update on the boys: they grow like weeds, eat me out of house and home, and keep me busy with their endless energy. This summer has been awesome in that we have spent much of it relaxing all morning and then all afternoon and early evening at the pool. I mean, really, how much more perfect can life get, right?

And they keep me laughing very day with their witticisms and childish observations and honesty. I just love them, even if they do make me feel like and old woman in sore need of an extra bottle of wine several times a week.

Today's Bryce-ism was, at the same time, confusing and funny as hell. Throughout the entire conversation, I kept thinking, "I bet I am the only mom amused at the way her child's mind works and amazed at how random topics of conversation just spring up out of no where". You see, this happens often in my house, these random questions stemming from seemingly nothing (or, at least, nothing I can quite figure out a relationship to).

Bryce: hey, mama, did you ever have an art class?
Me: yes. Lots of them, actually.
B: oh, so you know that painter guy who invented art?
M: um . . .? Painter guy? Invented art? There wasn't actually one guy. . .
B: yeah, it was in, like, 1106 or something. You know, the painter guy.
M: well, art has been around a long, long time. Way before 1106, even. Now, which artist are you thinking of. Michelangelo? *he shakes his head* Da Vinci? Monet? Picasso? Renoir? Titian?

He shook his head at each of my suggestions and all that followed. I had to dig deeper into my memory for names of Middle Ages artists and could only come up with Donatello and he was a sculptor, not a painter. I was at a loss and just shook my head.

M: Bugs, there wasn't actually one guy who invented art. Did you have a specific question about this mysterious artist?
B: no, I just couldn't remember his name.
M: do you remember his work? The name of his painting, maybe?
B: oh yeah, he made soup.
M: he made soup?
B: yeah, he painted it.
M: *feeling that feeling you get when you feel dread but want to laugh* um, Bugs? It's not Andy Warhol, is it?
His eyes lit up and he nodded furiously.
B: yes! That's his name! I like his art. Can we get one of his pictures for my room?
M: hm, well, maybe when you are older. And definitely only after you learn Andy Warhol certainly did NOT "invent" art.
B: so, who did, then?

These are moments I want to bang my head into a wall.


Good gravy.