Little NE appeared to be struggling with something on her desk since morning.
“What exactly are you trying to do, NE?”
“I m lng a nu form of art. The thin cnvs is called ppr, and u gt pnts in few clrs. 1 can pnt lfabets to rite a story, or drw figrs with it. The brush is tuff to hndl. It sheks …..”
“Ohkk! Paint anything you like. We will discuss evolution of art in the evening.”
“Yeah. It starts from the days your name would have been spelt as a long ANNIE. People used only canvases to communicate ….”
‘Tht wd be grt, Dad! But yr lngg n splng suck.”