Sometimes a dot is just a dot
Here is a drawing by my daughter, Ava, 4 and a half-years old. She drew this on Sunday after politely asking to borrow her mother's brand-new blue Sharpie pen. I sat there watching her draw in typical Ava fashion: quiet intensity. When Ava draws, she's serious about it.
Here, she tells me that this is Ava, and she's sad because it's windy (see the clouds with the swirly lines coming from them) and it's rainy (just right of the windy clouds) and that the sun is trying to come out. Ava's hair is being blown about, too (she usually draws her hair swirls going down), along with a tear underneath each eye. (The dark circles on either side of her face are her rosie cheeks. Cute, huh?) The squiggles all around the scene are Ava's way of depicting words and writing, like a book. And being the budding artist, she's even signed this piece of work, in the upper-left hand corner.
What I thought was interesting with this drawing was that at one point she placed a dot so carefully between the eye and rosie cheek, practically in the middle of the face. With such meticulousness, I thought that surely this dot meant something. Why else would she be so delicate in her placement of this little dot? So I asked her, "What is that, Ava?"
She replied, "That's just a dot."
I love that. Sometimes a dot is just a dot.