Mom, can we do something together?
Sure. What do you want to do?
Make a book.
Okay. I happen to have some poster board from a class I teach. I assume he'll think the material will be perfect for the book's cover. So, when I fetch the material, what do I get?
Mom, that won’t work.
This is how every "project" starts off with Cole. He wants to do something together, but he doesn't agree with my artistic direction. So, I let him begin a project on his own and within minutes I hear...
You always do that. Start doing something else when we’re doing a project together.
I can't win. So, I sit down and watch him. Then I grab the camera. Note the boy’s internal strife. He’s not only critical of me, but he’s tearing himself apart! By the looks of his room, you’d hardly think he’s a perfectionist, but I’m seeing a few tendencies.
Lord, help anyone who will be assigned to work with the purist. And Lord help the purist keep his friends along the way.
