I reached into my bag and handed him the card. I wanted him to realize that he was walking away from someone who bought the good paper and colored inside the lines, but he just said thank you, then looked inconvenienced that it was so large. Actually, honey, do you want to just give this to me next time, as I’m out all day? He handed it back, and it was instantly a child’s drawing, strips of white where color should be and pencil markings that hadn’t been rubbed out.
