There's a bit of saint envy in the family. Nevermind the special place in our faith that Saint Peter holds: our Peter's a bit bummed out that there's nothing "cool" for his day, unlike the feast of Saint Lucy with her crown of candles and sweet buns and star boys.
To keep our little saints more - ahem - saintly, I've tried to have little celebrations for those feasts dedicated to Saint Peter. It's simple stuff, really, but it goes a long way toward easing some preschool angst.
For last week's Feast of Saints Peter and Paul, we looked at art (and identified Peter with his keys), talked a bit about the men, and drew some portraits to add to our art display.
So, about the art:
I remember visiting a friend's house where their young daughter - a kindergartener - had made some artwork the parents liked, framed, and hung on the wall. Later, when asked what the picture was, their daughter proudly announced it was a picture of penises. She'd apparently been making penis art for a while and no one noticed, or knew to ask, or it was a secret. I'm not entirely sure, but I've been thinking of this story a lot lately because:
Almost every picture of a person the kids draw is now anatomically correct. It's borderline cubist, too, since they usually include front AND back privacies. Of course, it's drawn with intense glee and hilarity and I can't exactly bring myself to stop them.
Thus, I give you, Peter's Saint Paul au naturale
And Lucy's "complete" Saint Paul.
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