The Little Lady surprised me with a “Happy Mother’s Day/Get Well Card.”
(Since the real Mother’s Day in May, every little card, flower, etc., she gives me is for “Mother’s Day.” The past week, she’s also been giving me Get Well Cards . . . I guess she can tell how miserable I am these days. Not that I complain about it or anything. Not at all.)
Now, I have to say I am IMMENSELY proud of her little picture — she is just now starting to produce recognizable artwork. Before, everything has just been a series of lines and dots.
But this sketch? I could tell it was supposed to be me.
I had no idea, however, that what I presumed to be my mouth was actually Barney Kneeknuckles.
And now… for a bit of honesty:
I’m not sure what I think about (1) the fact that Barney appears to be growing in my throat and (2) the fact that Barney has a lot of teeth.
A LOT of teeth.
Given that Mr. Boy’s first two teeth popped through around 11 weeks, I’m just a wee bit intimidated by her rendering of Barney Kneeknuckles.
Oy.
