Kaylee was 5 years old and loved horses. They were having and horse exhibit down at the local art museum, so I decided it would be a great "dad's day". We traveled down there and enjoyed the pictures of the art.
Suddenly something caught her attention. "What's that," she asked.
I turned around and looked at the sculpture she was pointing too. It consisted of a complex arrangement of used tires hanging from the ceiling, ordered in a circle, and seeming to grow from the ground. Wanting to see if this somehow inspired here I walked over with her.
"What is it," she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at this massive construct right in front of her.
"It's a sculpture," I responded.
Suddenly her leg shot back and she gave it a hard kick.
"Don't kick the artwork," I corrected, horrified at the thought anyone, much less my child, would do such a thing.
Kaylee looked up at me. Her hands were on her hips and her look of wonder was replaced by one of disappointment. "Their just old tires, dad."
Michelangelo she was not...
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