Our youngest son, T, is almost five. During these past few stormy days, he has discovered the wonder of being able to transfer the ideas in that marvelous imagination of his onto paper. When I suggested that we hang some of his pieces on the wall in the dining room, his face lit up. "It can be my art gallery!" So he decided that the rest of us could work for him - his older brother P and I helped to label and hang them, and I think Adam gets to clean up. P had his own gallery when he was around the same age, here.
Later on, T realized that he had forgotten to make an open / closed sign. He sat in the dining room by himself for several minutes. From other rooms, we could hear "O-pen. O-o-o-o. That's O! Peh-peh-peh. P! Mama, what makes the 'eah' sound? E! Nnnnnnnn. That's N!" And an extra M - "that was an accident." The reverse says "C-L-O-Z-D". Oh, my heart.
Above, you can also see "a moon and stars all around it" on the left, "rocket ship" at the top right, "a person wearing mittens and playing in the snow with a mouse who has three tails" (a personal favourite), and "magic b balls" at the bottom.
Barn.
A piece of wood with nails in it.
Twigs.