Day 163: Dead Raccoon Art

This afternoon, I asked Bennett what he was drawing. He said he was drawing a “dead raccoon” like the one we saw not too long back, in the road. He became irked and concerned when we saw it, asking over and over, “What happened?” I told him the raccoon didn’t look both ways, and he was gone, maybe raccoon heaven. This afternoon when I asked him why he was drawing the animal, he solemnly said, “because he didn’t look both ways.” His neighbor friend, Anslee, wrote the art’s intended message: “look both ways – Bennett and Anslee” (Don’t you love when art becomes how we convey our feelings, our messages? I’ve witnessed so much power to that this past week, and it’s deep into the three-year-old too. Art matters.)