One of my favorite gifts was a picture painted by my son aged 3 of him riding on my shoulders. Our faces are yellow and we have sun-rays coming out of our head

One of my favorite gifts was a picture painted by my son aged 3 of him riding on my shoulders. Our faces are yellow and we have sun-rays coming out of our heads instead of hair. It’s glorious. No amount of money in the world could have caused that picture to exist.