we made a discovery the other day, while we were writing down our orders at eighteen chefs.
no, our little boy did not suddenly break into a calligraphy of a shakespeare’s sonnet. no, he did not even manage to list down his own order of cheese fries and hot chocolate.
well, you have to start somewhere. chicken scratches are a start. even though chickens are known to never end up writing great script.
it’s the letter A, yo!
it’s funny coz of all the things we never got around to doing, is to shove a pencil in his hand and force him to churn out the alphabets on demand. so it was something of a surprise for us. i was hoping it’d be something he’d pick up on his own when he’s ready. so apparently, he’d already picked it up in school… somewhat. (coz the letters ‘A’ and ‘I’ are about as far as it goes, lol.)
and another thing we discovered was his ability to draw… stick figures. you know, with a head, eyes, a mouth, limbs. he calls it “alien” though. wth?!
needless to say, i guffawed to no end when i saw his artwork. (i still do.)
his daddy asked why his alien was hypnotised. (refer to googly eyes.)
when i was small, i remember being forced into one of those supplementary art classes in school on saturdays, and we were taught drawing methods in precise shapes to form figures like, say, chickens. you know, e.g. big circle for body, small circle for head, smaller circle for eye, triangle for beak, oval for eggs, etc. it was sooo weird. it was more like a math lesson. where was art, in its freeform style? sky – must be blue. grass – here’s green crayon. sun – yellow, of course. it’s a good way of finding out whether one has colour blindness.
as for my penmanship, that went pretty well. no chicken scratches there. teachers used to write in my report books commending my “neat” handwriting. like how important that turned out to be, in this age of perpetual typing and incessant texting. :p
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