A Harvard art professor is in your kitchen aiming a black light at the finger painting on your fridge.
“Do you have any idea what this painting means?” the professor says.
“She’s very talented,” you say.
“We think she might be a prodigy,” your wife says.
The Harvard professor scribbles something in his notebook. Then he pulls some parchment out of his portfolio and compares the sketches on the parchment to your daughter’s pony finger painting.
“My God,” he says.
“Do you think she should be transferred to an accelerated program?” your wife asks.
“Or…” you say. “You could maybe write her a recommendation.”
“Your six-year-old daughter’s finger painting has proven thousands of years of Western society to be built on nothing but lies,” he says.
You and your wife high five. Some monks burst through the kitchen window and steal the finger painting before escaping into a waiting helicopter. The Harvard professor tries to chase after them but you manage to delay him enough to get a brief but effective recommendation letter.
Happy There’s A Hidden Code In Your Daughter’s Finger Painting Of A Pony Day!