Cole: We were supposed to draw a picture, anything we wanted. I drew a man who got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.
Malcolm: You saw that on TV?
Cole: Everyone got upset. They had a meeting. Mom started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.
Malcolm: How do you draw now?
Cole: People smiling, dogs running... rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.