The Man With the Tube

This week Owen's obsession is art.

He takes pieces of paper, folds them up really tiny, and then draws people on them.

People with tubies.

His self portrait: 

(He cried because he couldn't get the hands right. I don't see the problem?)

(The tubie is the small circle underneath his chest.)

And this morning, he said, "Mommy, I'm going to tell you a story. It's called The Man with the Tube."

Me: Great! I love to hear stories.

He pointed to the guy on the left.

"There was a man with a tube."

Silence.

Me: Well, then what happened?"

Owen: Nothing. That is the story.

Me: Oh ummmmmm okay. I love it but the man looks sad. Is he sad because he has a tube?

Owen: No. He's sad because his tube can't reach his milk.

Me: Oh. That would be sad.

THE END.