Autumn Rhythm No. 30

Sofia is still really easy to put to bed. Bath, books, prayers and she's down. No fuss. We turn off the light and walk out.

Lately though she's doing more things that a kid her age would do. Stalling tactics. The usual stuff. She asks for water, asks for a kiss, asks where Grandma went. But tonight was a classic.

Tonight she says, "Mommy, where'd Jackson Pollock go?"

We've been reading the book, Olivia, to her in which she visits an art museum and sees the painting above, Autumn Rhythm No. 30. And every time, I tell her the artist's name. She never seems too interested in the painting or Pollock but it seems she's listening.

I didn't have the heart to tell her he died young, an alcoholic, while driving drunk. I'll let her learn that on her own...