Today I got to see my older sister, Tillie, for the first time since Thanksgiving! She’s here on a “moms getaway” weekend with 3 of her best friends, resting and relaxing by the poolside. We met for breakfast and when she told me a story about my nephew, John Henry, I knew it was perfect for today’s slice.
Apparently, my niece and nephew are obsessed with Rihanna’s halftime show (I mean, who isn’t?) and have requested for my sister and her husband to play it for them a million times.
“And he’s been drawing so much lately,” my sister told me. “Every holiday, he makes a new drawing for our front door. On Thanksgiving, it was a turkey. On Christmas, a tree. On Valentine’s Day, we cut up a bunch of hearts. And this weekend he even made a St. Patrick’s Day drawing of a leprechaun with the belt and the pot of gold and everything!”
Super cute, I know. He’s also been writing a ton, thanks to his amazing kindergarten teacher who teaches him writer’s workshop.
Recently, they’ve learned that writers label their drawings.
Here’s where Rihanna comes in.
“So he drew a picture of Rihanna in her halftime outfit,” Tillie said. “And—wait, I think I have the picture on my phone, hold on.”
And that’s when she showed me the detailed drawing — with labels! — of Rihanna in her halftime show outfit.
“He labeled her crotch!” Tillie exclaimed.
And he sure did.
“What does that say at the top?” I asked.
“Rihanna,” Tillie laughed. Ah yes — Reeona. Gotta love phonetic, inventive spelling.
“Wait — is that her baby?” I asked, pointing to the stick figure in a circle inside Rihanna’s tummy.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even notice that!”
Man, do I miss my nephew!
Writing With Abandon 