Alden has always enjoyed attacking paper with various pencils and markers, but lately, her scribbles have started to bear some modest resemblance to actual things in the actual (or imagined) world.

Take this drawing, for example. According to Alden, it is a monster.

Perhaps I am too blinded by parental adoration to be a reliable critic, but I can clearly see eyes and a mouth, two arms and two legs. And what else? A goatee, perhaps? Is the monster jumping over his friend or flying over a mountain? Only Alden knows. And she will not say. Any question I ask is boldly deflected with strident insistence, “It’s a MON-ster, Papa! A MON-ster.”

And there you have it. A monster. And many more to come, I hope.