william came home from school at the end of the week with this:
it is a handmade mother's day gift that is proudly displayed on the kitchen counter. you can't see all of the sentence on the bucket, but it says, "mommy, i love you because you cook me chicken and dinosaur meat and noodles."
if they didn't already think i was crazy, i'm sure his teachers think we live in a nut house.
attached to the bucket was a portrait he drew of me:
i look like an orange chicken with a mohawk. underneath the picture, he described me. "my mama has long hair, a big nose, little eyes and long legs."
did i do something to make him mad? i guess it must have been all the looking down my big nose at him with my little, beady eyes. so, not only do we live in a nut house, but with the way i look...it is apparently a carnival fun house, too. oh, joy.
that's ok, though. i'll be made to feel like an orange, monster chicken if i get to have these 2 little people around to keep me entertained every day.
and, just because we're not in school on father's day, don't think i'm not making that boy draw a portrait of his daddy and describe him. he doesn't get off the hook that easily. stay tuned for that post!