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My youngest son loves his art class. It's usually the first thing he tells me about when I pick him up from his weekly tutorial day. He is meticulous about not damaging his artwork; his shoes, pants and jacket may be filthy and ragged by the end of the day, but his artwork? Pristine and carried proudly so no harm can come to it.
Which was why I was a bit curious this Tuesday when I had to ask him about his art class. "Oh," he muttered with a scowl, "We had to copy some really freaky picture of a naked boy by some artist."
"Whoa," I thought. More risqué than the typical homeschool tutorial fare. Now I was really, really curious.
He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a crumple and stained piece of paper. Obviously copying naked and chubby, angel babies is not something my 9 year old son finds palatable.
I challenge you: Have you ever seen a Raphael angel that looks quite this annoyed?
My youngest son loves his art class. It's usually the first thing he tells me about when I pick him up from his weekly tutorial day. He is meticulous about not damaging his artwork; his shoes, pants and jacket may be filthy and ragged by the end of the day, but his artwork? Pristine and carried proudly so no harm can come to it.
Which was why I was a bit curious this Tuesday when I had to ask him about his art class. "Oh," he muttered with a scowl, "We had to copy some really freaky picture of a naked boy by some artist."
"Whoa," I thought. More risqué than the typical homeschool tutorial fare. Now I was really, really curious.
He dug around in his backpack and pulled out a crumple and stained piece of paper. Obviously copying naked and chubby, angel babies is not something my 9 year old son finds palatable.
I challenge you: Have you ever seen a Raphael angel that looks quite this annoyed?
He wanted to throw it away. I'm saving it for whenever I need a good laugh.
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