Thursday, May 2, 2013

My Number Line

My Number Line

My Number Line

"What's for the snack sack today?"

"Part of this," he said holding up the class project he brought home yesterday.

I read out loud, "My number line. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20, 22, 24, 26, 28, 30."

"You can just do part of it," he suggested.

I wasn't sure how much of it I could make fit on the length of the sack, but figured it'd be easy enough. Even though it was a simple thing to copy, as I was drawing I didn't feel I was capturing it as well as I had captured his other daffodil art project a week ago.

"I like it" he said. He took a careful look at everything in the drawing. "What's this?" he asked pointing to the scribbles over 14, 16, 18, and 20. I pointed to a marker smear on the original. The marker color had swirled into a marker stain presumably due to some water spilling on it.  I was trying to stay true to what I saw. "Ah, I see," he said thoughtfully.

I handed him the Sharpie. He had a plan for his name, but spent a lot of time finding a place for the R. He wrote "Fli" in a speech bubble because the R is "flying".

"My number line," he read. He paused, looked up at me, and said, "1-2-3, muah," as he kissed me on the wrist. Now I was the one flying.

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