I haven't had the markers out much lately. Spencer lost interest some time ago, or so I thought, and my table had been spared for a bit anyway. However, within the last few days, I've realized how much his skill has improved. The once unintelligible scribble has become shapes that are easily deciphered.

Today, Spencer announed he was going to draw me. With pink marker in hand, he drew away. "This is your hair Mommy. And this is your nose. Here are your eyes." Just beautiful. A masterpiece.

S: "And Mommy, I drew your owie here."
H: And me, "Oh, well, why do I have an owie?"
S: "It's your nipple."

Don't panic. "Nipple" is just Spencer's lovely little nickname for pimples.

Apparently, love isn't completely blind.