The Heart of a Man
"I'm drawing a picture for you, Daddy."
"Great," I answered, occupied as I was with things far less important.
"I'm drawing you a heart. Do you know why?" he asked with an innocence only matched by the concentration with which he drew.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I love you," he said.
"That's a very good reason," I replied.
He continued drawing in silence, and then suddenly he was at my side with this finished piece:
"One heart is you and one is Mommy. It says Mommy and Daddy love Atticus."
"It's right. We love you very much. It's a lovely picture."
Yes, I really say things like 'lovely.'
We stood together appreciating his masterpiece, and then I flipped the paper over.
"What," I asked, "is this?"
"It was supposed to be a heart, but it looks like a hot dog piece of meat... with bunny ears. It was an accident."
I hung it on the refrigerator.