You do the math. Philip will be doing art.

I miscalculated.

I opened an heretofore unnoticed closet in Philip’s presence. He tallied its artistic contents within a fraction of a second.

An expanse of basement wall plus thirty minutes of his parents’ divided attention equaled a masterpiece signed in permanent marker.

as yet untitled

Uh, yes it was.

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