The other day, I was working in the studio and without warning, my daughter jumped through the door yelling "YEEEEAAAAARGH!"
She had spent the previous 20 minutes hidden away in the bathroom painting herself up to look like a terrifying pirate.
I know, the first question that you have is, "Where did you get that Sock Monkey in the picture?"
Seriously. Pay attention. I'm talking about my daughter here.
She painted scars around her nose (it had been reattached after a sword fight). There is a similar scar around the circumference of her neck, indicating
1. A really, really good ship's doctor.
2. A need for more practice with the swords.
When these events occur, my wife turns to me and says, "This is your fault, you know. She doesn't get this from me."
Which, I suppose, is true enough.
Both of my kids are prone to these sorts of eccentricities. My daughter much more so, however. When she was born, I was thrilled that I had a daughter that I could horrify. I had planned to drive her to school dances in my undies. I had planned on showing embarrassing baby pictures to friends. I had many, many plans.
But this is how things turned out.
YEEEEAAAAARGH!
1 comment:
I think I love your daughter. We would get along well. Let me know when I can do the henna tatoo of the snake coming out the wound in her neck. That way it will last for awhile. Not just the one day of making dad squeal. She can then torment her teachers and grandparents for several days.
Please compliment her on her drawing skills. I especially like the facial hair. The beard is spot on.
And I know I"ve only met your wife once for about 3 seconds, but I think I have to side with her on this one. It definitely comes from you.
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