Yesterday at noon, I went to pick Isaac up at gymnastics camp. As I waited for the teacher to retrieve him, I watched the other children coming out and proudly showing that day’s craft to their parent. It was a personalized door hanger (Isaac kept calling it his doo dad). Child by child walked by with their colorful, foam doo dad, festooned with hearts, stars, letters, numbers and other shapes. I was excited to see what kind of colors and shapes Isaac had chosen. When he emerged, he proudly handed me this…….
After I suppressed a guffaw, I silently congratulated myself. I guess I have done my part–my duty–in raising up the next generation of minimalists. Either that, or Isaac is slightly less creative than a box of hair.
Nah, definitely a minimalist. Proud of you, son.