He must be growing up. Unlike most of his pencil drawings these days, there’s not a single zombie on it.
Notice how this elaborate piece of space rock is being propelled from an apparent star explosion, resulting in a quasar. I should ask him what the burped star is supposed to represent.
Who knows? Maybe zombies are evolving slowly on this blob of debris, hurling towards earth at break-neck speed, destined to perpetuate a full-on zombie apocalypse by December 20, 3512. Only time will tell.
Or maybe it’s just a rock.
…and this post from 2013, post-remodel.
I sure am glad that’s all over!
No one is more surprised than Mom and Dad when their child gets a blue ribbon for something which he gave minimal effort. At DirtNKids, anything labeled “project” — especially one which requires thought and planning, check lists and font-typing — elicits grunts and groans. Projects, fun or no, really cut into the free time.
John — using his own hands for modeling, a first for him — imagines what they might look like part dead. Hanging flesh, sinews, bone, and underwater sea creatures apparently are all a part of the apocalypse.
Thank goodness he’s keeping busy with activities other than picking on his younger siblings, playing video games, or watching Annoying Orange on YouTube.
Now, if I can just get him as interested in doing house chores.
Lacking any creativity of my own today, I chose to borrow instead from the kid file, “Stupid Guy” series. These cartoons rarely disappoint.
Today, Stupid Guy finds himself on a walk in the park. It appears someone has left some chocolate behind. Or maybe it just looks like chocolate.
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?