A/K/A I swear this is the last time I reference poop. (I'm starting to worry people here..)
Sprite's daycare sends all kinds of art home with her on a weekly basis. Some of the art, I recognize. There's the picture pages with scribbles all over them and the pasted tissue paper on letters to honor the letter of the week. And there's also the blank pages with a single crayon stroke which the teachers scrawl Sprite's name on, declare as art, and send it on home as they're trying to save room in their trash bin.
Once in a while, something like this comes along:
At first, I thought they were getting me back for all the diapers I made them save so I could collect samples.
Then I thought they were really scraping the bottom of the barrel (Ack! The images are too unsettling! Turn it off! Turn it off!) for art supplies.
Then I wondered if the teachers really knew what we parents were equating this ARTWORK with.
I was told by the head teacher that they had mixed the colors of the week which were green, yellow, brown, white, and pink to make a new color and this was the result with some red glitter thrown in for pizazz. (I'm sure we can recreate it if I put some red glitter on Sprite's mac'n'cheese tonight. Tomorrow, we paint!)
The head teacher was actually proud of this color and how it came about.
2 thoughts:
1. I can think of a couple of names to call this color and none of them are clean.
2. I don't think Crayola will be interested.
Yikes!
That is truly scary!
And you say they were proud of this? Ummmmm....OK...
Posted by: Lisa | May 27, 2008 at 01:39 PM