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.