The Honest Artist

CrayonsWhen my sister was in kindergarten, she was instructed to draw a picture of her family.   As the family artist, Emily couldn’t wait to get her hands dirty.  She immediately began drawing my parents and me in crayon.  

The teacher came over, remarking on what a great job Emily had done.   That’s when the teacher noticed that Emily hadn’t drawn any hair on our mother’s head.

“This is great, Emily, but where’s your mom’s hair?”   The teacher asked.

“I couldn’t draw it,” my sister explained.  “There was no gray crayon!”

(photo courtesy of posterize/