Budding Artist

As Jake flew out the door this morning, he yelled down the hall, "My painting is on the kitchen table." I thanked him, and went on with getting ready for work.

Then, as I was walking out the door, I picked it up and almost fell over. I LOVE this painting. I mean, I LOVE it. I love the colors, the perspective, the black outlines. He copied a painting, but he doesn't know the artist...


Jake is 13. Incredible. Our children never cease to amaze me.