“It’s a dragon” yelled the six year old.
“Nah, it’s a snake!” The brothers continued to argue in front of the New Artists’ Review display outside of the stately city art museum. Their parents thought they should expand their children’s minds and frequented new and unusual art exhibits, encouraging them to express their opinions.
The oldest son, tired of these so-called intelligence booster outings and harangue of banter, just wanted to meet his friends at the cafe. “It’s a piece of junk, that’s all! Why does everyone think trash is art?”