Daniel would rather be in the deer woods, or under a house, or behind the pulpit, than working with paints and pottery.
That said, Daniel Rupp is a stellar dad. Recently, without so much as a nudge from me, Daniel announced that he was taking Zion to the coffee shop down in the alley for a milkshake, and they were bringing along paper and markers. I looked down at Zion, who had a bookbag full of art supplies slung over his shoulder.
"That's wonderful!" I said, trying not to act too excited, so as not to discourage this sort of thing from happening again. There is, after all, no thrill-kill like one's mom getting all ooey-gooey.
The really cute part? When they got home, it was Daniel who had a masterpiece to show me. Looks like somebody is a closet artist. Or at least he is good at drawing vehicles.
Good job, Daniel Rupp. My cup runneth over.