ABSTRACT
Sarah is in most ways your basic five-year-old: a watcher of Charlie Brown videos, a reader of Richard Scarry books, a crayoner of cotton-puff clouds and fat yellow suns with Tinkertoy-spoke rays. Like every other piece of kindergarten artwork ever made, her portrait of “My Family” contains stick-figurey construction paper people, all holding hands and looking jolly. Except her family is a little different: there’s Sarah, there’s “Daddy,” there’s “Mom-my” ... and there’s Amy, Mommy’s lover.
