The above artwork adorns my dining room wall. Normally, I shy away from the use of scotch tape when decorating, but the pictures do a good job of disguising the jewel blue of the wall, which I have grown very weary of.
Jensen, who is still quite fixated on the Brothers Mario, is the artist. These are a few drawings that he whipped up today, all before breakfast. And it should be noted that Jensen’s interest in the inner workings of All Things Toilet related has re-surfaced.
Just when I thought it was safe to leave him in the bathroom unattended.
Unbeknownst to me, these two obsessions are quite related.
A week or so ago, I was picking the girls up from a church event on a week day. Jensen noticed that the mens bathroom had been overtaken by workers who were entering and exiting with all manner of handy man paraphernalia. There were ladders, power tools, hoses, buckets, and electrical cords, scattered about at the entrance. Like a moth to a flame, he made a bee-line to the entrance of the restroom to investigate just what was going on.
He stood a safe distance away, eyes shining, holding tightly to his Blues Clues Blanket, intently watching the enterings and exitings of the workers. At last one of the workers noticed him and said hi. Jensen, without removing his blanket from his nose, waved. I could tell by the crinkle of his eyes, that he was smiling big behind his Blues Clues Blanket.
At last he got the nerve to move the blanket to his side. “Um, excuse me, what are you doing?”
A worker stopped and told him that they were just wanting to do some maintenance on the bathroom while it wasn’t busy.
“Oh.” And with that Jensen was satisfied, waved broadly to the workers, and happily skipped out to the car with me. When we were loading up into the van, Jensen said to me, “Mommy, I’m going to be a plumber when I grow up.”
Okay. Well. That’s an improvement over “dog”.
Then it all came together for me the other day when I was informed by Fiddledaddy that Mario and his brother, Luigi, were in fact, plumbers.
How did I not know this? I’ve had personal dealings with Mario and his gang ever since the early 90’s, when I got my first Nintendo game.
Secretly, I’m hoping that if this plumbing thing doesn’t work out for my young son, he might consider a career in illustrating. Because maybe I’m just his mom, but come on, for FIVE, he did all of these free-hand.
And this artistic talent? He did not inherit it from me. Because this is a sample of my artwork at the same age.
Fortunately, my only goal was to grow up and become Miss America.