Now my littlun is bigger, and so capable. She is a marvel. But I still don't really need her to set her hair on fire or anything; mostly I'm after the kind of breakfast-in-bed that only the sweetest 10-year-old could provide. I have not had breakfast in bed in three zillion years. Were she to prepare it, it would probably consist of a plastic cup half-full of water, and a slice of toast. She would have forgotten that I rarely eat bread, toasted or not, because of tummy reasons. But she would be proud, and I would be proud. And maybe, if luck were with me, she'd scrape a little Nutella across the toast.But the 13th came, and the 13th went, and I was so busy making things I can't show you yet, and I forgot. This is still one of my favorite drawings, though. It glows.
Monday, December 15, 2014
I Forgot Santa Lucia
I drew this three years ago when my littlun was still most definitely too little to serve her parents breakfast in bed, which certainly, certainly would have had to have been done without the ceremonial attire that includes !!!A FIERY HEADDRESS!!!.
Now my littlun is bigger, and so capable. She is a marvel. But I still don't really need her to set her hair on fire or anything; mostly I'm after the kind of breakfast-in-bed that only the sweetest 10-year-old could provide. I have not had breakfast in bed in three zillion years. Were she to prepare it, it would probably consist of a plastic cup half-full of water, and a slice of toast. She would have forgotten that I rarely eat bread, toasted or not, because of tummy reasons. But she would be proud, and I would be proud. And maybe, if luck were with me, she'd scrape a little Nutella across the toast.But the 13th came, and the 13th went, and I was so busy making things I can't show you yet, and I forgot. This is still one of my favorite drawings, though. It glows.
Now my littlun is bigger, and so capable. She is a marvel. But I still don't really need her to set her hair on fire or anything; mostly I'm after the kind of breakfast-in-bed that only the sweetest 10-year-old could provide. I have not had breakfast in bed in three zillion years. Were she to prepare it, it would probably consist of a plastic cup half-full of water, and a slice of toast. She would have forgotten that I rarely eat bread, toasted or not, because of tummy reasons. But she would be proud, and I would be proud. And maybe, if luck were with me, she'd scrape a little Nutella across the toast.But the 13th came, and the 13th went, and I was so busy making things I can't show you yet, and I forgot. This is still one of my favorite drawings, though. It glows.
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