After drawing this picture, Mike pointed to it and said, "Fly."
Oh, what a moment! His first drawing that actually was something. Whether it was intended to be a fly, or it just ended up looking like a fly, it didn't matter to me. I was "ooooh-ing" and "aaah-ing" over what a talented artist he was, already planning how I was going to frame it and hang it with a little plaque reading: "Fly" by Michael Curtis (2005). Crayon on paper.
King, hearing all the gushing, came over to see what his dear brother could have possibly done to deserve such praise. He looked at the picture, and with excitement equal to mine said, "Oh, Michael, what a good job!"
The moment just kept getting more and more beautiful. Mother and big brother sharing their glowing pride in little baby brother's first attempts at artistic self-expression.
"It's a fly," I said.
"No, it's not," King stated. " This is what he was going to draw next."
He proceeded to "complete" the picture as follows:
"It's a flower... in a vase."
The moment was gone, as quickly as it came.