Internet, I drew this picture for my son who has been obsessively stalking me all morning long, trying to get me to draw him a picture of a dragon that he can color in.
The kid has been completely ungracious about this dragon, telling me that he’s not very proud of me at all and that I really ought to know better than this and it doesn’t look like a dragon at all and I’m pretty bad at this and I need to do better immediately or he’s going to be very angry and so on.
I started out finding this all amusing, but as he relentlessly harassed me about the crapiness of my gift photo to him I switched from giggling behind my hands to stern warnings that he cease and desist with his bullying to giving a time out, to taking away 1) a book before bedtime and then 2) the picture itself (which ironically enough resulted in the biggest meltdown of all and I very much enjoyed pointing that out to him.)
This stupid dragodinosaur seems to bring out the worst in both of us.
Clearly my crappy drawing skills have imbued it with some magical power to make other people behave like ass.
Which means that my drawing has magical powers.
Which means that I. TOTALLY. WIN.
And isn’t that what parenting is all about?
On a totally unrelated note, I’ve changed my About Page. I don’t discuss dinosaurs
very much at all, but I do talk a lot about bacon.
Also, I’ve updated my Blogroll, so if you’re looking for a little distraction this afternoon, click on over.