In lieu of something written by me (I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!*), I offer here, for your Cinco de Mayo reading pleasure, something written by my daughter at an unspecified time last month.  It just appeared in the house one afternoon. I know two of her classmates and chums have visual artist moms who have been volunteering art instruction in the class, and I know at one point — months ago, I think — they talked about Frida Kahlo.  I asked the girlie where she learned this stuff, and she said there was a book in the class that she’d read.

So there we have it.¡Viva educación! Viva las madres y las artistas mujeres y las madres que son artistas! ¡Y hoy, especialmente, viva México!

As written [with translations as needed]:

Frida Kahlo was one of the first women Artists. When Frida was very young she had to stay in bed becas [because] something was wrong with her leg. When she got beter her brain grew and so did she. One day Frida was rideing the bus when a troly [trolly] was riding in the opisit direcshon! the bus hit the troly and Frida Fell out! Something hapend  to her spine. Quickly pepol [people] rushed to help Frida. the bus driver called Fridas Parents. they too rushed to help Frida. the scooped up Frida and broght her to the hospitel. She needed to stay ther for a while. She will always feel pain, but she will always be a wonderful Artist.

When I read this, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Frida Kahlo died nearly 60 years ago.  Other than that oversight, this is pretty spot-on. She will always feel pain, but she will always be a wonderful Artist.

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