As much as I dream of a more cultural existence, when it all boils down we're just not the arty type. When you spend 40% of your working life with your hand up a cow's bum, either fertilising her, flushing her or implanting her, there's just not a lot of room for flowery romance. But still, I can dream.
And so, I will ensure my offspring experience all forms of getting in touch with their artistic sides.
And if that means investing $3.95 in a bucket of chalk and letting them loose on one of the rainwater tanks, well so be it.
All in the name of culcha!