“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are grayish bluish green, but I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when it’s wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.”
We were doing crayon picture portraits of the child directly in front of us as an art project. Liam was drawing me as I drew him. He proudly showed me his masterpiece after he finished.
“Look teacher, I really did your eyes…all four of them.” He boasted.
“Ms Barbra? I’m talking to you...”
“Oh-yes, Liam…tell me about my eyes.” I giggled.
“Weeeeee-lll,” Liam began, “you have brown in them-so I put brown. You have little gold flakes in the middle, so I put that. When you laugh your eyes shine with silvery stars-so I put that in there…tee-hee”
“Liam, that is so creative….I..” I began.
“Oh, yeah!” Liam interrupted, “And you have this black junkie stuff in the corner of your eye. My mom gets it sometimes- but I put that in there, too.”
“Oh, my eyeliner…......so, that makes all four of my eyes, huh?”
“Your welcome, Ms. Barbra.”
As Liam skipped away with my portrait I went in the bathroom and washed my face.