So after watching
The Last Unicorn, Meghan decided she wanted to draw one. I talked her through it.
"Draw a head. Now a body. Give him four legs. And a horn. Good. Now some eyes and a smile. Give him some ears."
And here is the end result.
For those who have trouble seeing the green unicorn, here is my recreations.
It was pretty good. I liked how her unicorn had puppy ears.
But this isn't the end of the story.
Several days later she was drawing unicorns while we were otherwise occupied. I glanced over.
The distilled essence of a unicorn.
"Look at my unicorn, Mom! He has a baby unicorn."
"Meghan, where is his head?" I asked without thinking. She looked at it a moment.
"Oh."
"It's a beautiful unicorn," I corrected myself.
I went back to what I was doing, feeling a bit guilty for pointing out her mistake. A few minutes later I returned to find this.
"It's a spider, Mom."
I was careful not to mention that the spider had more than eight legs.
It only got better from there.
"It's a spider in his web! In his cocoon! And he's hugging the baby unicorn."
What a way to improvise.