"Kayden, are you done with the painting?"
After taking a stroll on the beach, Leo and Zoey came to Kayden and looked at his canvas.
At first, Leo thought that Kayden's request to draw them was spontaneous and that perhaps the latter was not really skillful at painting. However, when he looked at the painting, surprise flashed across his eyes.
In his painting, Leo and Zoey were holding hands and strolling by the seashore under the blue sky. The scene was heartwarming and tranquil.
The painting did not seem to be painted by a six-year-old.
If the painting were to be evaluated, it would surely attain a very high rating. It would be hard to believe that the painting came from a kid.
"Daddy, Mommy, it's done." Kayden put down his paintbrush and looked at Leo and Zoey with anticipation. "Is my painting good?"
Zoey gave a thumbs-up.
Leo held him high in the air. "Kayden, you're amazing. You've inherited all of your mommy's and my talents."
