Here’s a family portrait my four year old, Zoe, drew the other day.
That’s me on the left, her father in the middle, and her big sister on the right. Judging from the relative size of my husband’s head, I’m guessing she doesn’t buy into the idea that her father and I are equal partners in this whole parenting thing.
The tiny person floating in the top corner is Zoe. And no, she doesn’t think she’s God. I had to cut her picture out from way down at our feet and paste it on top, since the whole thing was too big for our scanner. See?
She’s the one on the left, just slightly smaller than my foot.
She sure doesn’t act like she thinks she’s the size of a vole.