Peeling back the cover of his Zen soy pudding cup, my 7 yr. old son stopped, wide eyed and strangely silent. Curious, my 9 yr. old daughter peered in and gasped: “hey, that looks like The Scream”.
Life imitating art? You decide.
Of course, my daughter was convinced her next spoonful of the vanilla version strangely resembled Buddha.
It could be worse. At least she didn’t say Hannah Montana.