What do kids make in art class these days?
Back when I was young, it was simple. You took your allotted chunk of grey clay, smashed it down, folded up the sides, splashed some glaze on it, put it in the kiln, and when it came out you had the perfect Christmas gift for your parents: an ashtray. My parents must have gotten at least twelve of those things between me and my older brothers.
Let's face it, an ashtray is about the limit of most kids' artistic ability with clay. The only step below ashtray on the artistic scale is paperweight, and I think we made a few of those too.
But somewhere in the eight years between me and Jojo the Enforcer, somebody realized that perhaps having young children making ashtrays at school was sending the wrong message. So what will Rvan's soon-to-be-born boys Jack and Daniel make in kindergarten? (Okay, I think Christina nixed that suggestion of mine along with Sam 'n Ella (back before we knew they were going to be boys), Benson and Hedges, and Tom and Jerry. For some strange reason Rvan refuses to tell us what they're going to name the children until they're born. Spoilsport.)
Other things my parents would be arrested for today:
- Driving cross country with my three month old sister unrestrained in a bassinet placed on the floor between the driver and passenger seats.
- Lawn darts (yep, we had a set)
- Letting us ride around the neighborhood on our bikes, unsupervised, in the street, without helmets.
- Buying my brothers pocket knives, which they took to school so they could play mumblety-peg during recess.
Anyhow, poor Harley and Davidson won't know what they're missing...