What do you do with a diary?


Hank:  Mama?  What do you do with a diary?

Me:  A diary is like a calendar.  You can write what you did or what the weather was or about your feelings or adventures.  Or you can draw. My sketch book is like a diary.

Hank:  OH!  I can do that.

Me: Wonderful. (getting up to leave)

Hank:  Mama, what color is foggy gray?

Me:  I think you just answered your own question:  Foggy Gray.  Gray… Cinzento (gray), but not heavy gray.  Fog is light in color, but not too light.  You cannot see through fog.  Make it too light and that is mist and not fog.

Hank:  Oh, thank you.  And Quinta-Feira (Thursday) is grassy green. Today was a grassy day.

Me: Indeed.


Upon seeing some of my artwork




Hank: Wow.  I didn’t know you were a good artist.

Me:  I am.  I went to art school.  You know how your Pai went to school and studied computers and then science?  Well, I went to school to study art.

Hank:  What do you do at art school?

Me:  You learn to take what is in your imagination and make it real.

Hank: Mama! You do that every day.  That is what you do.

Me: Yup. And that is also what Pai does with science.  He and I live creative lives.

Hank: Me too.

Me:  The whole family!

Hank:  I love my family.

Me: Nothing better than that.