Victor got up, prepared his own breakfast, ate it, and got ready for school all by himself again today. He was ready to go even before I made it downstairs.
"Can you help me pick something, Dadda?" I love it when he calls me "Dadda."
"You don't have any ideas?"
"Nope."
I wondered if he was tired of the Looney Tunes snapshots or if he just didn't want to pause from playing Minecraft to flip through them.
"How about something Minecraft?" I suggested. At the moment, he was building a lighthouse and I couldn't help but think that Minecraft building blocks are like LEGOs for the digital age.
"That will take a long time for you to draw, Dadda."
"I mean a Minecraft character."
"Oh, okay."
"Which one?"
"Do a search for Minecraft characters."
"Okay, I will."
It didn't take him long to pick this one. Drawing it was much harder than I anticipated. If I had to do it all over again, I'd use a different strategy — one that would help me plot out the grid better. The proportions are all wrong here, but it looks okay as a finished product.
"What do you think of this guy?" I asked him, pushing the snack sack in front of his face.
He was too busy playing and hardly looked up. "Good. Good. It looks a little bit messed up."
"I told you it'd be hard." Looks like he's back to being critical. Oh, well, I try.
"You don't have any ideas?"
"Nope."
I wondered if he was tired of the Looney Tunes snapshots or if he just didn't want to pause from playing Minecraft to flip through them.
"How about something Minecraft?" I suggested. At the moment, he was building a lighthouse and I couldn't help but think that Minecraft building blocks are like LEGOs for the digital age.
"That will take a long time for you to draw, Dadda."
"I mean a Minecraft character."
"Oh, okay."
"Which one?"
"Do a search for Minecraft characters."
"Okay, I will."
It didn't take him long to pick this one. Drawing it was much harder than I anticipated. If I had to do it all over again, I'd use a different strategy — one that would help me plot out the grid better. The proportions are all wrong here, but it looks okay as a finished product.
"What do you think of this guy?" I asked him, pushing the snack sack in front of his face.
He was too busy playing and hardly looked up. "Good. Good. It looks a little bit messed up."
"I told you it'd be hard." Looks like he's back to being critical. Oh, well, I try.
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