Everybody's a Critic

So the Moos (age 5) walks into my room the other day and stops to look at a small painting of the Arizona Landscape. It was the mediocre result of an afternoon course in Scottsdale I took last year.
"Hmmmm," she says, her head slightly cocked. "Did you paint that?"
"Yep," I reply.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she explains. "It doesn't look like a professional painting."