A Toddlers Art

My Smithsonian Refridgerator


Can you please do something about these magnets
The are clogging up the entire area we need
Holding coupons, quotes, pictures, grocery lists
And now I want to display my daughters drawings
At least the one's that contain more than one color

You see, this is a sacred area to me
This space should remain void without crayons
Or at least until the crayons are broken by vision
My daughter has visions of beauty in her mind
And we need to display them now, on the fridge
Even if they look like scribbles to you

She told me it was a house, with birds that are funny
So it is, I say, and smile, for she see's exactly what I do
Scribbles that are so perfect they mean everything
To My wife, to me and to my daughter
And you want to display coupons for butter
And cereal
And Bread
Where is the art in that?