At least to me he is. He's always been real. And now the CO Boy is sharing in my laughter of the beagle's antics. He'd seen the holiday shows, but he'd never seen, "Snoopy Come Home," which is my favorite. So I rented it and he and I have laughed until we hurt.
Because of the CO Boy's interest in the canine, I printed out some snoopy pictures with the idea that he could draw them during our Peaceful Time (as he calls our nights in bed when we draw). He loved it. But to back track a bit: Last week he was frustrated because he couldn't draw the airplane the way he wanted to. What he was doing was drawing it from an overhead view but he was looking at it from a side view. We had a whole discussion about drawing what you see and how the mind wants to impose what it knows on to the page, but you must draw what you see to make it look as you would like. Well he did it and was so happy with himself. So when he drew his Snoopy and Woodstock picture I was quite impressed.
He was going to draw it for his Tia Bel, but he liked it so much he couldn't part with it. So we're working on a piece that might be suitable to send to Tia Bel.
I just love how he gets so engrossed in drawing and really seems to enjoy it. As I've said before, he's a lot like his dad, but there's a little bit of me in him too. That would be the Pajama Days and Peaceful Time-:).