I’ve been assured that it’s “normal for boys” – though I have certainly met a few exceptions to that stereotype.  But my two HATE to color.  And just in case I was starting to think it might be time to reintroduce the concept, I got two great reminders, this past week, of what happens when they’re “made” to.

Our Russia-study wrap-up party was last Thursday. (Every time we study a country, we get together with four other families and have a party.) And one of the Russia-party activities was to color (shudder) a set of matryoshka (nesting) dolls.  While I watched my friend’s same-aged daughter not only neatly color in the lines but also embellish the front of her dolls dresses with a hand-drawn flower on each (and yes, she matched all her dolls), here’s what one of my guys came up with.  (Apparently, in addition to a general ignoring of lines, he also believes women should be seen and not heard?  Where’d their mouths go?)

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And then yesterday, as I was picking them up from their kindergarten class at church, I glanced at the papers their teacher handed me.

“José, what a great job you did, coloring!”  (And for him, this is.)

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“Not me, Mama” ‘Berto chirped up.  “I drawed a Darth Maul.  And there’s me at the bottom with an axe, so I can kill him and climb up to the next level.  And I gived Jesus glasses.”

And indeed, all of those things ARE on his page.  With a few brown scribbles in the middle that I’m guessing happened because his teacher was standing over him and telling him he “should” color.  Hopefully his teacher has a sense of humor because it does rather appear like Satan is hovering over Jesus’ shoulder.  

We may be getting kicked out of Sunday School.

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P.S. Did I mention we’re obsessed with Star Wars in this house?