6-year-old was getting hangry at the pizza joint so I suggested we draw each other’s portraits. He wins again.
Phew that was a close one
Sometimes when the 6-year-old and I get mad at each other we just pass notes back and forth under his bedroom door.
Day of the Dead
When you have kids you always find all this weird half-finished stuff lying around the house. (Half-finished drawings, half-finished bananas, etc.) I found this comic on the kitchen table, drawn by Owen at age 5. (“Julese” is his 3-year-old brother, Jules.) Drawn in a comic book notebook by The Unemployed Philsopher’s Guild.
Trip to Cleveland
The 5-year-old and I made a zine of our trip to Cleveland with grandpa’s newspapers (and other assorted print items).
Back at home, we made copies for the grandparents:
Digestion
Drawing of the digestive system (from memory) by the 5-year-old.
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