I usually think my girls could care less about what I am currently working on - whether it is my paintings or my freelance illustration. They just like to come into my studio and use all of my supplies and then hang up their art all over the walls. Otherwise they are very blase about it: an artist is about as exciting as a bank teller in their world.
The other day we were shopping, and as I checked things off of my list I turned around to see my girls hunting for my cards. Monrovia had one in her hand, "Isn't this yours mommy?" Much to my surprise, it was! And my cute little hunters looked through the entire section to find my cards. They were melting my heart with their earnest smiles (which was a good turn of events, since about five minutes before I had threatened to walk out of the store if they didn't stop bickering!)
Monrovia announced that the store should order more of my thank you cards, and Ruby insisted a card of a popsicle covered in glitter should be one that I made. My two opinionated munchkins! I guess they pay more attention than I think they do.