My portrait
Whenever we're in town, Earl and I have a standing play date on Thursdays with our granddaughters, Zoe and Lexi. We had picked them up at school and Lexi struck up a conversation as we headed home. "Grandma," announced Lexi (7) proudly. "I made a portrait of you." "Really? I can't wait to see it!" I replied, wondering if she had perfected the stick figure depictions typical of her age group. How would she handle my limited mobility? My aging? Children are so unashamedly honest* and candid. We had already had the discussion about why my hands looked so old. But perhaps she had forgotten. I was actually looking forward to seeing her visual impressions. Grandma? Seriously? Earl and I took them back to their house, where Elizabeth and Jason were preparing dinner for all of us. Lexi disappeared into her bedroom to fetch the aforementioned portrait. When she presented it, I found myself looking at a 'sticker' picture