When young Choo is in the process of knowledge of the Broken World - it's time to say "so! EPRST! Why do you draw on the wallpaper! Well, stop! " And get up in a strict parent's posture. You say to us - why mock so? Let him know. Let him draw. Let it grow up, in the end of the ends! And we say you - just read this story.
Once I gave birth to a girl, her name was Zlata and she did not promise anything that something would go wrong. The ordinary was, in general, the baby, the boobs suck. Probably, to suspect the problem was already one and a half or two, when the Zlata began to draw. No, all children love to draw. The difference is on scale. One-bedroom apartment was literally buried by the drawings of my daughter, despite the fact that I repeatedly threw them every week.
In three years, Zlata opened cutting out for himself. Tons of man-made confetti and unknown curves of figures were added to the drawings. Somehow we drank tea and casually talked when Zlata approached and put one of the figures in front of us. After that, she got up almost gone, cared shyly and pretty and began to look at our reaction.
On the table between the cups lay a paper cue. Only not cue and letters others.
It was impossible to confuse this. We all were adults and saw a hundred times. It was a saturated violet color and at the balls inadvertently red, like dawn or that there is still red. That's something like this:
- It's you, mommy! - said Zlata, the charter waiting for admiring screams.
- What is it? - I asked nervously.
- Rose, Mom! Only I did not have a green feltwaster.
Another time I had to accomplish some kind of halnke, for which I bought Watman (do not even ask, I was very young and survived as I could). Watman mysteriously disappeared. I went to the Child and did not mistaken. Having rolled out the father's bedside table with tools and sitting among shiny hardware and paper shoes, my three-year-old daughter joyfully spit in his hands. Something clearly made from my Watman. On the carpet of a poorly closed tube skewer superclones.
- Mom, look Rather, I made a vacuum cleaner! She screamed, lifting into the air something like a barrel with jugs glued on the sides. - He has a pipe, she put forward!
Zlata pressed somewhere, and a pipe was really put forward from the vacuum cleaner. She struck me so that I involuntarily thought - cue with him, with Watman, how, how did my daughter thought about this?!
After that, we set out the opening and closing paper umbrellas, doll cabinets, flat dinosaurs with moving legs and God knows what else.
Further, of course, went more. No, probably, like the daughter of the artist, the granddaughter of the artist, the niece of the artist and the cousin of the artist, I should not be very surprised, but I had a bowl of Siaya. I was hoping that my children would sweep. But, apparently, I needed great in the past life.
The daughter fell in love to mix the colors in search of some wonderful shades and became interested in the properties of different surfaces as a canvas. I went to the nursery on a removable apartment and found new white wallpapers in multi-colored inscriptions "Zlata" - the young artist trained to sign masterpieces. The masterpieces themselves were decorated with a landlord master shelf. Without using paper. The magazines had to be bought about drawing or modeling. The dimensions of the models of the Child have never satisfied, and then she then cut out the options more, and even made some part moving. To go at night in the toilet and not to hurt a paper oxide or some other strange design it became resolutely impossible. Without crayons, pasteels, pencils and paper stocks, it was impossible to get out of the house. When a hefty bidder academic drawing came across his daughter, she began to sleep with her, eat and walk. Any exit from the house - with a child who is flourishing the Talmud almost no height and spitting from Natuga - turned into a feat. An attempt to take the Talmud led to terrible consequences, so I chose a feat.
Teachers in kindergarten, having taking me aside, said with anxiety that Zlata draws human skeletons and people in the context. And they asked for more plasticine, because the crafts of my daughter were distinguished by detail, scale and instantly depleted plasticine reserves of the treasury. By the way, people in the context of the Zlata not only drawn, but Lepila. "Anastasia Pavlovna, you know, a few meters of intestine are hidden in one person!"
Already before the school itself, the daughter discovered the world of soft toys for himself, and I again happened to remember about Kie, because the foundations of the pattern of Zlata learned very gradually. Some tails and limbs were strange. Educators, and then teachers, however, worried another.
- Do you know that she sews only dead animals?!
I would still not know if a dead cat is sitting on a shelf in a nursery, a dead hare, a dead bat and an unknown Dead Kine. Apart from those specimens that they are distributed to young friends to the joy of their parents.
- Probably, this is a sign of depression. Please show Child's psychologist!
I, however, knew exactly that this is a sign of a long seating at Deviant Art. Tell me thanks that after him she is only the dead little animals sews. Modern amateur art, you know, not for nervous.
Alas, paper creativity, moreover, was not only not abandoned, but also began to struggle with their scale. It was worth to move to the store, and a giant paper horse was discovered at home or the Dragon Purple Feast, firmly occupied by the windowsill, and the children ran each other in the complex paper piles and beat on paper helmets with holes with paper swords. Everything around the rustle, politious and smelled glue.
Fortunately, children once grown into adolescents, and adolescents will inevitably catch up into a computer. Now the chant is twelve, it goes everywhere with a tablet, and on the tablet she has seventy-seven scans of books about drawing, 3D program and thousands of simulated orcs and elves. It seems even alive. And I hope not to anyone.