Littlest Art Critic
A picture of a Good Humor ice cream truck this week reminded me of a trip to the Guggenheim museum in NYC over 20 years ago. We always took the kids wherever we went. Our daughter was a few months shy of her 2nd birthday when we paid a visit to the Guggenheim. I was carrying her, showing her the art and getting her reaction or lack thereof. We stopped to admire a painting by Chagall and were about 2 feet from the painting. My daughter looked at the painting and almost immediately began blowing raspberries at it.
Evidently this form of critique is frowned upon, as we were quickly approached by a security guard and asked to leave. Nancy and our other traveling companions finished their visit, while Lauren and I went outside to wait.
It was a warm summer day with lots of street vendors and we happened to sit on a low wall near an ice cream vendor. Don't remember details of how the conversation started, but we began talking to the Good Humor man and explained why we were outside. He was taken aback we would be asked to leave just because a little one didn't care for Chagall (maybe he didn't either). And to show us all New Yorkers were not so intolerant he insisted on giving Lauren some ice cream.
Still brings a smile to my face when I remember. And, while the rest of you may contemplate the meaning of Chagall's painting; his art always makes me think of my little girl eating ice cream on a warm summer day outside of the Guggenheim.
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