This is one of my favorite drawings that my son whipped up one morning while I stood bitching about the empty coffee pot, waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the crack-caffeine to drip out. He showed it to me and promptly threw it in the trash as another random scribbling (there are many).
I practically dove into the bin. I smoothed the wrinkles, scanned it for the archive, and added it to the ever-growing pile of his other ‘masterpieces.’
It’s such a loving, adoring portrait of his mother before she’s had her morning cup of coffee. Wouldn’t you say so?