My Son, The Starving Chalk Artist
Crayons are the gateway drug to chalk.
It began so innocently when we took home some crayons from Mellow Mushroom Pizzeria, followed by my wife soon after buying him a cheap coloring book.
But on one fateful, antsy Saturday afternoon, we naturally had the clever idea to buy Jack some chalk to decorate our sidewalk. And since then, you’d think the kid has 6 fingers on one hand; one of them typically being blue, green, yellow or red.
Jack values chalk more than Elmo. Yeah, you heard that right.
I mean, he still loves Elmo; calling out his name in vain as he sleeps, sometimes.
But right now, Jack is totally beginning his ”starving artist” stage.
(I think he’s inspiring to become the next Julian Beever; that famous chalk artist whose genius work you’ve seen in email forwards.)
On the car ride to and from daycare, Jack often requests a piece of chalk; to hold, not to draw with. He just likes the satisfaction, and the pride, of grasping it for 30 minutes at a time.
That’s how much he appreciates the arts.
This past weekend we took Jack to Menchie’s, a pay-per-ounce frozen yogurt place right down the road from us.
Two things in particular make Menchie’s stand out to me:
Evidently the owner is Jewish and he has a rabbi bless each new flavor as soon as possible. That’s why certain flavors have a mysterious Hebrew sticker next to them and others don’t; because the rabbi hasn’t blessed them yet.
(I guess? I’m not Jewish so I don’t know. I’m all in favor of hearing a better explanation on that one.)
The other thing is that there’s a giant community chalkboard inside the shop for the customers to express themselves. Needless to say, Jack cared a lot more about the chalkboard than he did his frozen yogurt.
Lucky for me, because I got to eat all of his bananas and cream dessert.
Just look at that intensity. He wouldn’t have been a starving artist if he would have just eaten his frozen yogurt, though.
“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”
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