My dad is a painter. He was telling me about going to an art show at a school, where they hung the kids pictures up by grades. He was talking about how bowled over he was about how every drawing of trees by the kindergartners was so unique and interesting and completely its own thing. And then as the grades went up, all the trees became more and more similar, until they were all the same pattern of what a tree should be.
My husband mentioned this when we were watching our daughter play the other day, and it's something I'm thinking about a lot when I play with her. I want to know her version of the tree.