Future Art History Major, Perhaps?
Today Jack, Jemma and I went to the doctor for Jemma's appointment. As we were walking down the hallway at the doctor's office with one of the medical assistants, we passed by an open exam room that had a print of Matisse's "Goldfish" hanging on the wall. Jack glanced into the room and said "Hey! Look! A Matisse!". The medical assistant stopped looked at me and said, "He did NOT just say what I think he said." I looked at him, and very proudly (although attempting to be modest) said, "Uh, well, yeah. He did." The medical assistant then ran to the front office with us trailing behind him and loudly and excitedly told the entire front office staff that they would never believe what Jack just said, and he proceeded to tell the story. I attempted to play it down and said, "Well, he has a Matisse book. I mean, he can't do that with every painting he sees." I couldn't have been prouder.