We’re sooo tired. Ellery is still trying to keep up her party girl image by pushing the boundaries of a sane bedtime. Shep is sick, and has been waking up hourly to point at his congested, drippy nose and moan, “Dose!” And Neko is doing her part by boinging awake at the crack of dawn.
So tonight, after a jam-packed day, Neko was giving us a hard time about going to bed. I was ignoring the noise I heard in her room, hoping she might just nod off somewhere in the midst of her play. Instead, I hear her at her door saying, “Mom…Mom…”
I head toward her room, preparing my mean parent speech. Not much was going to get in the way of my overtired, “don’t make me get really angry” rant. Except for some amazing new drawings which Neko was holding up for me. On the beat-up pieces of foam core that we use to block the light from her small windows she drew these outstanding drawings. From top to bottom: 1) a silly blanket that looks like peas, 2) a very scary monster, and 3) Tom.
This kid could get away with a felony if she keeps drawing like this.