My 6 year old daughter sits next to me, working on a bracelet she’s making.

Me, thinking I am about to bestow a Very Important Lesson: Why do you think you like art so much? Is it because Jesus put it on your heart?

Her, not even glancing up: I think it’s because I come from you and you are such a good artist.

Me, drawer of stick people: Me?! I’m not good at art at all!

Her, bestowing upon me a Very Important Lesson: You make books, and they’re art. You vacuum the floor really good and that’s art. You made me, and I am art. It’s all art.

Me:

Her: Like my bracelet? I think it needs more beads.

(Also, Lord: grant me the confidence of a 6-year-old that walks around proclaiming she’s a work of art.)