The Baby's First Portrait

Perhaps because I haven't been down to the workshop in a few weeks, my little assistant has turned to drawing.  This is his portrait of me and the baby.

Apparently, he thinks the baby lives in my chin. 

I am currently saying nothing to dissuade him from that belief.  I had boys so that my husband would be the one to explain the birds and the bees. 

I did actually go downstairs and look at my workshop today.  It's a wreck.  Maybe if a magical robot fairy cleaned it, my motivation would be found under the metal shavings . . .