Various Works of Caity

Caity has been taking a Spanish class this summer.  She's enjoyed it a lot and she looooves her teacher.  Today was the last class; I thought it would be nice if Caity made her teacher a Thank You card to properly illustrate her gratitude for the excellence of the experience as well as her devotion to the woman who choreographed the whole thing.
 
So, with Caity's intentions firmly in my mind, I handed her a blank card and asked her to "draw something nice for Ms. Lily."  Then I went away, trusting that Caity would put crayon to paper and produce something appropriate for the occasion, like flowers or a rainbow or some other cute, girly thing.

A while later, noticing that Caity was skipping around and clearly not drawing, I asked if she was done.  She said yes, so I went to investigate the finished product.

This is what I found:

Heaving a sigh, I went to find the artist.

"Can you tell me what's going on in this picture?"  I asked (not in a mean way, like "What's going on here?!" but in a "Wow, I'm really perplexed and I need you to enlighten me" way).  This conversation ensued:

Caity: This is our cat, Ally, wearing a superhero sweater.
Me: And who's this in the corner?
Caity: That's me, yelling, "Allllly!"

I suppose the drawing IS fairly obvious after hearing the explanation.  After all, why wouldn't you use your cat wearing a superhero sweater as a sentiment for a Thank You card?

And then Greg told me this story of something that happened last night, at the park:

Caity was playing with a little girl.  Greg noticed shortly thereafter that Caity had been drawn into a conversation with the girl's caretaker.  After observing for a while, he went over to introduce himself and to rescue the woman to whom Caity was chattering away.  Needless to say, Greg was a little taken aback when the woman said to him, "I heard you moved here from Europe!"  He corrected her, saying, no, we moved from Berkley, and the conversation turned to other, more expected, things.

As they were leaving the park, Greg asked Caity, "Did you tell that lady we came from Europe?"
Caity (matter-of-factly): Yes.
Greg: We're not from Europe.
Caity: Well, where'd we come from before here?
Greg: Berkley.
Caity: Where'd we come from before that?
Greg (omitting that Caity did not, in fact, exist before we lived in Berkley): Chicago.
Caity: Ca-go?  Well, that looks like Europe.

And there you have it.  Caity is an artist with both crayons and words.