I hadn’t really thought about how gruesome most European art is for a two-year-old. At the museum yesterday, we rushed Sophie past all those crucified Christs, hoping she wouldn’t notice them, but she stopped at one of the battle-scenes, announcing, “Horsie boo-boo. Uh-oh. Momma kiss it?”
Sophie believes that Momma’s kisses can cure everything.
She wanted me to kiss the sad-looking sculptures, too, not just the battle paintings. When we finally got to the happier Impressionist pictures of flowers and water, she declared it messy.
She did enjoy the tiled floor though.