Ok, so the school is offering art classes. Rm50 a month - the cheapest of all. Golf is Rm200. And according to the lord of acronyms, golf stands for Golongan Orang Lemah Fizikal. Hence we are boycotting the sport and supporting a more refined activity.
So I said, "Hey, art classes on Friday. You wanna join?"
"No. I can draw," came the yi-wai-hou-sing reply.
I rolled my eyes a bit. And sighed a bit. I mean..look, son. I love you and all. But you aren't exactly Picasso material. Your Stegosaurus looks like a thorny pineapple. And your prawn is a letter C. Yeah.. I know.. I see the resemblance. The curve-shelled body is like a letter C. Yes..of course I know Stegosaurus has spikes kinda like a pineapple. But..but..*whisper* your art is crap. Crappier than him.
What? You still think you can draw? And you don't need help? And you don't care how other people interpret your 'masterpieces'?
Yes.. I know... famous artists' works are often misunderstood.
Ok, I am sorry for suggesting the ridiculous idea of 'learning' art. And for doubting your talent.
How about ballet? You know.. so you can get to know more girls? What dya mean you already know how to dance?........
My son is Mr. Gooly-knows-it-all. *sigh*