“Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
Laughter echoed through the entire garage.
“Dad, stand still so I can get the right angle! Stop turning around and making funny faces,” Nicholas said, laughing so hard his cheeks turned red.
He stood behind a board with a sketchpad and charcoal in hand.
“Nicholas,” his father, John, called out, “you have to be able to look at the figure you want to sketch, take a picture in your head, and use that as your guide. It doesn’t matter how many times they move—you must visualize the angle and sketch it from memory, Nicky.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got there,” John said, walking over to Nicholas to check his sketch.
He picked up the sketchpad and analyzed it.
“Whoa, you did good, boy. Come give Daddy a hug.”
He dropped the sketchpad and hugged his son.
“Thank you, Daddy.
