Write about: the commission.
I was colouring with Max on the deck this afternoon when the following conversation took place:
"What do you want me to draw?" I asked, blue crayon in hand.
"Umm... a crab."
I should have known better than to ask.
"Okay, two crabs," I said, switching to a red crayon.
"Two crabs fixing the wood on the wall."
"Okay... two crabs. Fixing the wood. On the wall."
"Two crabs fixing the wood on the wall with tools?"
There wasn't much else to say at that point, so I got to work. I am pretty crap terrible at drawing, by the way. But I'm making an effort to both tell Max that and to make sure he knows that it doesn't matter - drawing doesn't have to be good, it can just be fun.
But for the record? The end result of this particular effort was awful.
That's okay though. Because Max thought it was great.
Also: a little while later, after we had doodled several other things, he brought his attention back to this particular drawing and announced that the two crabs needed a toolbox. So I drew them one.
I think it really brought the whole thing together quite nicely.