The Return of My Little Art Director Rides Again

The Return of MLAD Rides Again

Daffodil: “Papa, draw me a picture.”

Me: “Okay. What are we drawing?”

Daffodil: “I’m riding a mouse-dinosaur.”

(This refers to another sketch I did (see header), the name comes from the Mickey Mouse-ear crest on the dino. Note: All these sketches are done without reference in a couple of minutes. Cut me some slack.)

Me: “Alright…”

Daffodil: “I’m racing. We’re going really fast!”

Me: “Alright…”

Daffodil: “What is THAT?”

Me: “Just wait a minute…”

Daffodil: “Oh, okay, that’s the dinosaur. Where am I?”

Me: “Patience…”

Daffodil: “Jezirae is coming up behind me on her dino!”

Me: “Alright….”

Daffodil: “Oh, is that me? Okay… Jezirae is catching up, but my dino is faster! I’m winning!”

Me: “What kind of dinosaur is Jezirae riding?”

Daffodil: “A mouse-dinosaur. Just like mine, but hers is slower.”

Me: “Alright…. if hers is slower, why is she catching up?”

Daffodil: “I don’t know! I’m winning!”

Me: “Okay. Like that?”

Daffodil: “Yeth. Here, let me finish it.”

Daffodil: “See, I already crossed the finish line.”

Dino Race


Best Laid Plans

Daffodil and I are having a quiet At-Home Day. She has been suffering from intermittent bouts of dizziness and occasional puking over the last few months, and her Kindermusik class seems to have brought on the vertigo, at least, again, so we have canceled our itinerary of errands and ‘fun activities’ and are lounging about like a couple of lords.

Well, one lord- she is nibbling some nourishing bacon in front of the tv, and I am slaving away at the drawing table and the computer building up her fan base, something after the manner of the Apostle Paul. And, in that vein, since everyone likes a good Origin Story, here is (I think) the earliest mention of Daffodil on Facebook:

October 12, 2010

Mirazilla spent the night waking up and crying and the morning ‘sleeping’ and making noises like a door hinge in a haunted house. Apparently this has fixed whatever ailed her and she is now dismembering a small box. I’d better stop her before she eats it.

As you can see, she was traveling under a different name at the time, one of many incognitos. And… I was about to illustrate this scene of pity and terror, but I had underestimated the healing power of bacon, and was dragged off, willy-nilly, to the ‘lie-berry’, which only an hour before we had agreed to save until tomorrow. Some fruitless, or perhaps bootless, sketching ensued while Daffodil played Mousetrap with another young lady of approximately the same weight and age, (Daffodil: “Papa, I cheated.” Me: “That’s not good. Why did you cheat?” Daffodil: “It’s more fun that way.” Me: “Well, it might be more fun for you, but what about your friend?” Daffodil: “She likes it better that way, too.” Friend: (Nods vigorously).) and I am now exhausted, so no illustration will be forthcoming tonight. Or even fifthcoming. In lieu of that-which-is-worth-a-thousand-words, and keeping in mind that talk is cheap, I will leave you with this tid-bit:

Daffodil: (holding up tiny grey ovoid) “Look, Papa! It’s from my dinner!”

Me: (squinting) “What is it?”

Daffodil: “It’s a tiny grape. Isn’t it cute?”

Me: “Uh…”

Daffodil: “What shall we do with it? It’s so precious…”

Math and Games

Daffodil: (holding up a drawing with numbers on it) “One hundred.”

Me: “No, that’s zero, zero, one. Which is another way of saying ‘one’.”

Daffodil: “One hundred.”

Me: “See, everyone writes numbers from left to right. You can say that’s one hundred, buteveryone who sees it will think it’s zero zero one, or one.”

Daffodil: “One hundred. I wrote it this way.” (gestures from right to left.)

Me: “Yeah, I get it, but people read numbers from left to right.”

Daffodil: “One hundred.”


Daffodil is making up a game with some coins and a napkin.
Daffodil: “These are yours and these are mine.”

Me: “Okay.”

Daffodil: “I’ll move this one here.”

Me: “Okay.”

Daffodil: “Now you move yours here.”

Me: “Okay.”

Daffodil puts a coin on top of both previous coins.
Daffodil: “Now slide one here.”

I do.

Daffodil: “I’m putting mine here. Now you put yours there.”

Me: “Okay.”

Daffodil: “See? It’s a flower, so we both win.”