A Wonderful Gift
It’s the thought that counts.
Honestly.
This is the first year that my son is old enough to draw a picture that other people can recognize. For my birthday he drew a picture of our family, including our new dog. I thought the picture was wonderful (I’m his #1 fan).
And that’s the story of how a gift goes right.
The same gift went wrong too.
There’s a little yellow line connecting the dog to the ground. And while Banjo is a buff colored Cockapoo, that yellow stream is pee. My happy birthday picture is of the dog peeing.
I just noticed, I’m the only one that was bestowed arms.
This post inspired by PBN and Get In Her Head.
LMAO!
The Minion made me a card once when I had a stomach virus. On the front was a side view drawing of me kneeling in front of the toilet. Upon opening it there is a upclose ( imagine the view from the raised lid ) drawing of my stick figure mouth projectile vomiting. With the caption of “YUK!”. He even took the time to use a heart shaped paper-punch to decorate the edges. I have it hanging on my corkboard at work.
Personally, I think you got off easy.
BAHAH! That is too funny!!
I bet you got arms for hugging!
You wouldn’t be able to do that without arms!
:)