He's easily impressed.
If it weren't for these blog posts I wouldn't have written at all the past three days.
I've fallen out of the habit of morning pages and I certainly haven't found time to work on the memoir.
I dabble in art projects because they're something I can easily flit in and out of. I'm not left tangled in half-finished thoughts when one of the boys inevitably pulls me away.
I turned on one of my portrait drawing videos while the oldest took his bath last night. He hung over the side of the tub, watching, as I copied the face on the iPad screen.
"This is really boring," he said. "But I like it."
I showed him my sketch. He gasped.
"Mommy, you're a head artist!"
I guess there are worse things I could be.