The road beside the high school is in the process of getting a much needed sidewalk. Currently, teenagers walk all over the road, oblivious to the fact that they are endangering themselves. The sidewalks are intended to reduce the mobs of teenagers darting out in front of cars before and after school. I commented to Sarah that I was surprised the teens hadn’t vandalized the cement before it set. “Well, that’s because every afternoon the workers stand and block the new part of sidewalk from students.” I told her that sounded like a very wise decision by the contractor. “But if they won’t let the students write in it, they should at least let the people who made the sidewalk leave their hand prints.” I tried to explain that it was a sidewalk and not a work of art, but this conversation just went round and round.
Sarah decided to help us paint the living room. She did so complaining the entire time. “We should have left the walls all splotchy.” Doug and I tried to explain that the first coat of paint was splotchy, but each additional coat would help even out the color. “It looks better with lots of variation in the color. Solid walls are boring.” Doug and Sarah danced around and around a few more times before I finally relented and told Sarah I will let her have one wall in the house to paint however she wants.
It would be really fun if the world was a giant art gallery and everything was unique and creative, but deep down, this isn’t about art. This is about a teenager who just enjoys being contrary.