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 . . .
This seriously needs to be dated and framed. FANTASTIC!
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