This is a picture I took to remind myself, ten, fifteen years down the line, when my daughter is sneaking out and cursing my name, that its not my fault, that I was the kind of mother who allowed her to express herself while widening her perspective. I am filing it under "Mother of the Year Back-Up Materials."But exposing the kids to the highlights of the MOMA is already bringing me joy. Primo got his first comic book a few days ago and upon opening it, he exclaimed:
"Look Mommy! It has the red dots on the pictures, just like Lichtenstein!"
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