“I’m done,” I said to Mrs. Oldfield, my second grade art teacher at The Hamlin School.
I waved my watercolor picture of a fruit bowl in the air like a member of the winning team at Capture the Flag.
Mrs. Oldfield, had short cropped silver hair, cheeks lined like meandering country roads, eyes the color of blue agates and always wore a gray smock. She sauntered over to my table.
“Never say done,” she glowered, as I shrunk to the size of a grape in my painting. “You’re not a roast beef.”
After that I was finished.