We have a painting hung above our couch that was painted specifically to match our living room and to represent "family". Divided into squares containing circles in a range of blues, browns, and creams, the painting features birds, nests, and eggs. It was one of the first things I painted after Cleo was born, a testament to my tender feelings for her and our duty to cradle her lovingly and raise her.
Today, as Cleo sat on the couch in her diaper, chillin' with her daddy, she happened to look up and notice the painting. It went like this:
Cleo: Eggis!! I see EGGIS!!
Mommy: Yes, those are eggs.
Cleo: CRACK 'EM! LESS EAT DE EGGIS!!!!!!
I know you can't explain meaningful art to a toddler, but I think her feelings are a little less philosophical and a little more... gastronomical. Le sigh.