Before I show it to you, I think I should provide a little disclaimer. We really don't think that boy children are better than girl children at our house. We are happy to have any children at all. That being said, my husband was the eldest of six children. The firstborn. And the only boy. Every time his mom had a baby, B was hoping for a brother. Every time he was disappointed. B loves his sisters, but he really, really, really wanted to have a little brother. You can imagine how thrilled he was to have his own son. But he really, really, really wanted J to have a little brother. That didn't happen....I'm afraid J will have to aquire brothers by marriage. B is learning to live with disappointment. But he is also quite conscious of the precarious position of his particular line of the Harding Name.....
....And so are the children. I can prove it. Here is the lovely coloring page S brought home from Primary class one Sunday in December. She definitely took some artistic license with this one.Note the handwritten explanation B added, a helpful reminder of what S said when she handed this lovely piece of artwork to her daddy in the hallway after Primary. Please don't be offended, and definitely don't use any Freudian theories to analyze it.
Only S's imagination could have created this. Oh, my.
Just in case you can't read B's notation, this is what it says:
S colored this picture when she was five years old. Joseph is crying "because Baby Jesus is a girl."
I'm just really, really glad I'm not there in her class to hear any of the comments she makes. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.