anthony, like me, is a keeper of things.
his cubby at kindergarten quickly piles up with papers he collects throughout the week.
depending on who is picking him up, bern or i typically empty out his cubby on Fridays.
last week, i grabbed his usual pile and brought it home to wade through.
while sorting through the scrap paper/class work/artwork, i pulled out these drawings.
upon first glance, i thought it was really kind of precious and wholesome that some little girl had made him these drawings...
...until i gave them a little more attention.
this momma's heart is not yet ready for this.
(and, p.s., what does the extra little person in sydney's drawing imply?)