My Little Art Director Strikes Back

My Little

Daffodil: “Papa, I want you to draw me a picture.”

Me: “Okay.”

Daffodil: “It’s a picture of a king.”

Me: “Alright. What is the king doing.”

Daffodil: “He’s lying on a beach chair. You know, like at the beach.”

Me: “Is he at the beach?”

Daffodil: “Maybe.”

(I draw a fat man in trunks on a beach lounge, with a crown on his head).

Daffodil: “His head is in a gazebo.”

Me: “Huh? Just his head?”

Daffodil: “Yeth. It’s just a little gazebo.”

Me: “Okay. You know what a gazebo is, right?”

Daffodil: “Yeth. It’s one of those things. With a roof. And like this… (gestures where the uprights belong).”

Me: “Okay. How’s that?”

Daffodil: “Good. Now somebody is fanning him. With a palm leaf.”

Me: “Alright, who is fanning him.”

Daffodil: “It could be you.”

Me: “No. I’m drawing the picture. I’m not doing all the work.”

Daffodil: “Oh, awwight… I’ll do it…”

Me: (looking at the drawing) “Hmmm… maybe you’d better be standing on a box…”

Daffodil: “Okay. And wearing a tiara. And I’m wearing a dress.”

Me: “How is that?”

Daffodil: “Good. Now draw my mom.”

I draw her mom standing behind the King’s beach lounge… and add the text…

The King


Meet Discordia

Discordia came home from college to visit today.

Discordia: “Go wash your hands! You didn’t wash your hands!”

Daffodil: “Aaugh! Everybody is bossing me around! I don’t want to be bossed around!”

Discordia: “I’m older. That’s my job.”

Daffodil: “It’s your job to boss me around?”

Discordia: “Yes.”

Daffodil: “So I should listen to you?”

Discordia: “Yes.”

Daffodil: “All the time?”

Discordia: “Yes. If you listen to me all the time, I won’t have to boss you around.”

Daffodil: “Aaugh!”