.

    He gasps and points with a 

    Wizened finger

    “This stroke here is just brilliant.” 

She narrows her eyes in

Utter confusion

“Uh sir, this was made by a toddler.”

    He gazes at the paper, colors

    Scribbled in

   “Does that mean it can’t be brilliant?”

She sees random and strange lines.

    He sees a child’s joys spread out on paper, and what’s more brilliant than joy?