Mommy's Art Camp for Very Poorly Children has only ever had one customer, but she's a REALLY FREQUENT CAMPER. I shake my fist at you, germs and plagues and diseases. Yesterday Maya was deemed too infectious for school but she was very jolly with the paints and crayons at home.
One thing she likes me to do is make a "coloring book" page for her using Sharpie on watercolor paper. I have to draw quickly or she gets, ahem, peeved.
I sense someone at her school is encouraging her to color within the lines. It does not come from me. I also think that, as her school is such a peace-love-n-happiness kind of place, no one is being bombastic about it. I suppose what I am trying to say is, wow, she's getting some good fine motor control.
Today's camping experience was a different story. Today the camper was much worse off and was weary and despondent and bedridden -- yet sleepless -- and she reasoned (almost tearfully; there was big pathos afoot) that videos of kittens were her only hope.
That actually worked very well. Thank you, youtube. She laughed out loud. Then she rallied out of bed, drew herself a cat and a mouse, wrote "cat", wrote "mouse", ate noodles, wrote "Noodles! Yum!" (her exclamation points have fat circles on the bottom, they are very cute and bubbly) and slept for 3 solid hours without coughing herself sick all the way through. Improvement!