When I was young, I took Saturday art classes at the university. A series of classes taught by a head teacher and art ed students, I remember doing amazingly creative projects. And at nearly two hours, we had the chance to really delve into project in a way that you can’t do in school.
I was excited to find out these classes were starting up again this fall and that they offered a class for four-year-olds. I immediately signed Neko up, but it was a little unclear about whether, at this age, this was a parent-child class or a class she attended alone. So I didn’t prep her, which was a mistake, since a few minutes after the class started, all the parents hit the road. I left her with a few tears running down her cheeks. Normally, I wouldn’t have forced something like this on her, but I knew she would love it if she just gave it a chance. This class was right up her alley.
And, sure enough, she loved it. When I arrived to pick her up, she bounded around the class, showing me each project they did. However, she didn’t get a chance to paint her pet rock due to our rough departure, so they let her bring it home to finish. After quiet time, we found a few extra rocks, and she and Shep spent a long time painting their rocks.
Ellery sat and chewed on blocks. Blocks in vibrant colors with great aesthetic appeal.