Duh, Mommy.

Alright, so maybe Kaleb doesn't actually know the word "duh" yet, but that doesn't mean his eyes don't say it from time to time.  Today was one of those days.  Today, for the first time, I got a glimpse into the inevitable future where Kaleb will think I'm an absolute moron—as all children think of their parents for a time—and I will be unable to comprehend how he could think of me as such.

Today when I got to Kaleb's daycare classroom to pick him up, there were several "artworks" in his cubby.  Among them was this:

The other works of art were vivid, neatly-scribbled coloring pages, so this one stood out as being very different.  This was something original Kaleb had created, something his mind told his fingers to do.

I asked him to tell me about the colors, and he correctly identified them as green and purple.  And the paper was white.  He's got his colors pretty well learned now.

I turned the sheet around and around, examining it from all angles, hoping ti see some small detail that would give me a clue as to what (or whom?) Kaleb had been attempting to create on his paper.  After several minutes without finding an answer myself, I knew I would have to ask him and hope for an answer I could understand.

"Kaleb, what is this?" [pointing my finger at the largest spot in the middle of the paper]

He looked up at me, and I saw that flash of thought in his eye that said "Mommy, you're a plumb idiot!"

Luckily, Kaleb doesn't talk that way.  Yet the answer he gave me was no less deflating.

"It's PAINT, Mommy!"

Duh.