As Van Gogh is to starry nights…my C is to trains.
Every part of those trains has a name, by the way–and heaven forbid mama should call it by the wrong one.
The little tip of tongue between the lips is a trademark: he has always done it when he’s concentrating.
He drew a whole series of these today, and I am very proud of him. There is something deeply touching about seeing my child find joy in something that has always made me happy. Now, of course, my drawing involved other subjects–but if he wants to draw trains, that’s wonderful. I feel another link between my heart and this dear, tender, clever, and sometimes baffling boy: that’s my son. He likes to draw.