The Sixth Sense

— We were supposed to draw a picture. Anything we wanted... I drew a man. He got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.
— You saw that on T. V., Cole?
— Everybody got upset. They had a meeting. Momma started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.
— How do you draw now?
— I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.