Fiber Artist's Child

I normally save funny stories about my children for my other blog, but this one pertains directly to the subject at hand, so you will have to suffer:

My son was dressing up with colored pencils taped to body parts at a friend's house the other day.  First he taped a pair to his knees, then a pair to his wrists, then a pair to his elbows.  He was a Super Hero, we were told.

Then he came back out looking like this:

Was he the Statue of Liberty, I wanted to know?  "No, Mama," he told me, very tolerantly, "I'm a Jacob Sheep!"  Obviously.

Yes, I think my six-year-old is probably the smartest one in the world.