So my kids made me Father's Day cards - pretty standard stuff (and as such, painfully sweet.) My son's card had a picture of my pitching to him, his drawing of my face had black magic marker blotches because I hadn't shaved. Great!
My daughter (she's four) made a card featured below.*
After my son explained his card, I asked my daughter about her work. She explained, "That's a bloody man."
"The sun, the clouds, all bloody," she continued.
"Daddy, maybe it is from that time you had a lot of nosebleeds and got blood on everything," my son suggested helpfully.
I learned my lesson - never ask an artist to explain his or her own work, just appreciate the spirit that went into it.
One source may have been some of our recent reading. Their Trotskyite grandfather gave them Big Bird's RED BOOK, with its focus on the need for discipline and monster/child unity in order to prevail in the class struggle (Mr. Hooper is obviously a symbol of bourgeois control over the means of production - particularly of milkshakes). Still, politics aside, Big Bird puts it best when he says, "Red is a very beautiful color. I think you're going to like it."
*Astute readers may have noticed my daughter's card was signed with an "E" that she made herself. It is the first letter of her name. Recently, when I was catching up on some work, she expressed the opinion that my boss was making me work too hard. She announced that she was "Going to write him a letter!"
She made a neat card, with lots of drawings and when I opened it up, inside was a big letter "E."
Brevity is the soul of wit.