The Art of Illustrations...or my Pantyhose is choking me

As I helped Donny with his homework tonight...wait, let me clarify...I don't help him with his work until he has attempted it on his own and is stuck, then I swoop in to help him work things out, so that he has the FULL learning experience.

Why do I feel the need for disclaimers like that? Because I know people judge. And, I worry too much sometimes. I wear worry like pantyhose, it's hot and a fits too tight, but it's going out of style and I'm ashamed. I want to tear it off, but then I feel bare without it. Naked. Nekkid. neck kid. Weird word.

Ok, moving on.

Anyway, my son Donny was doing a science packet on energy. He's in sixth grade.








Here's the one we had problems with, up close. Our problem? We couldn't tell what the heck that was a picture of?! Can you?



And I swear, this photo is exactly what it looks like on the paper. We didn't mess with it at all. It's blurry and indecipherable. What the heck??




Then Remy, my six year old, drew a picture, his special brand of art work. Now YOU get to figure out what's going on in this picture.




I had to angle the picture sideways to fit it in the scanner. It was an extra-special, wide mutant piece of paper.