Of course there was this cave guy who really understood painting. The kind of guy that bored his friends and found everyone to be - well - undereducated.
You couldn't show this guy a cave painting you just put up. Not only would he not share your joy, but he would explain how you mixed your paint incorrectly.
But you have to admit to yourself, after dragging your kids across the forest to the cliffs across the way to see his latest work that everyone is talking about - his stuff is, pretty good. You try to hide your annoyance as the local women huddle together and produce a gurgle of excitement.
The artist Himself approaches and you are about to ask him what the red stick above the hunter's head is because it's a shape you don't readily recognize, when his air of Way-Above-Neanderthal wafts over you and your sudden bubble of interest pops. You have to leave the cave and grunt to the kids as you wipe a dirty hand on fresh fur hanging over the door on your way out.
Next weekend, it's back to that water park again.
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