Sundays With Family, Pt. 22

Brutal Honesty

At summer camp, the counselor was drawing caricatures of the children, AJ being one of them.

After the counselor spent many minutes drawing, erasing and crafting a rendering of my son, he turned the work over for AJ to see. “Neat,” said AJ.

“Thank you,” he said as the counselor handed over his art to my very polite boy, who then immediately walked to the garbage can and promptly disposed of the drawing. “Hey…why did you do that?” the counselor asked.

“I am just going to have to throw it out when I get home anyways. Now I don’t have to worry about losing it.”

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