A few nights ago, my eight year old son, Alexander and I were painting together on the kitchen table. Normally, Alexander makes images of sailboats, trucks, cars or his dog but this time, he choose to copy the owl I was doodling. Although he wasn't too sure that he liked his final painting, I prefer his version of the owl so much more than my own. The thick lines and unsteady brush handling has SO much more appeal to me. What is it about children's art that is so satisfying?