Drawn Out

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Daddy, I just drew a portrait of Mama from my notepad. Do you want me to draw you, too?”

Me: “Of course! That sounds delightful.”

(perches on couch, staring at me)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “No, that’s no good. It doesn’t even look like you.”

(crumples paper, throws on floor)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “Nope. I hate this one.”

(crumples paper, throws on floor)

(pencil scratching noises)

LMT: “Here you go! Looks just like you!”

(hands me drawing)

Me: “Awww, honey that’s perfect. It looks just like me.”

LMT: “You can have it. Hang it up wherever you want.”

Me: “Thanks.”


She’s Colorful

(at restaurant, waiting for food)

Me: “Hey Honey, I bought ice cream earlier so we can have dessert at home tonight.”

Wonderful Wife: “Not until after chores. This one has lots of chores tonight, right kiddo?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: (intently coloring place mat)

WW: “Someone put off all her chores until the last minute. Isn’t that right, young lady?”

LMT: (intently coloring place mat)

Me: “Did you not hear your Mom speaking to you?”

LMT: (intently coloring place mat)

Me: “She probably didn’t hear about the ice cream, either.”

LMT: “Of course I heard the part about ice cream. I’m only sitting like two feet away from you.”

Me: “So, you also heard the part about chores.”

LMT: (intently coloring place mat)

Picture Me This

A friend from high school sent me this photo the other day. It’s a portrait of me that he painted. A painting… of me.


I am just amazed at the likeness. I really love this.

But part of me says, who am I that I deserve to have my portrait painted? What an amazing thing. Priceless.

Thanks, Ted!

You can see more of Ted’s work on his page.