Husband is on his pediatrics rotation and some one thought during lecture it would be a good idea to give him a crayon.
It was a cute project and perfect for peds: without words express why you want to be a doctor. Of course he asks who has the green crayon and starts poking fun at them because they're just going to draw $ right? No so much, she's a sweet heart.
But seriously the big problem here is that Husband has a crayon. Husband = zero arts and/or craft skills. His art class in college {sculpture} was all done by me after hoursand then thrown against the wall to make it look like he did it. Husband 'drew' the people he would help.
So I give you this. His beautiful artwork.
{It kind of makes me feel like a proud mom and want to put it on the fridge with a huge magnet}
Apparently one of his classmates thought the big floating head looks like and ogre. And proceeded to think that it was a good representation of Husband. To which Husband responds with the only logical answer, 'Yes I want to be a doctor because I just want to eat babies.'
Lesson of the day: don't give Husband crayons. He'll give you back a picture like when he was 5 and verbal answers like he was 10 with same goofy grin.
But seriously the big problem here is that Husband has a crayon. Husband = zero arts and/or craft skills. His art class in college {sculpture} was all done by me after hours
So I give you this. His beautiful artwork.
{It kind of makes me feel like a proud mom and want to put it on the fridge with a huge magnet}
Apparently one of his classmates thought the big floating head looks like and ogre. And proceeded to think that it was a good representation of Husband. To which Husband responds with the only logical answer, 'Yes I want to be a doctor because I just want to eat babies.'
Lesson of the day: don't give Husband crayons. He'll give you back a picture like when he was 5 and verbal answers like he was 10 with same goofy grin.
{I love him}
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