We like to draw. Some nights, when we’re all together, we cover the kitchen table with rolled paper, and dump a pile of markers in the middle. Then everyone, from the oldest (comic book pro) to the youngest (who ends up wearing most of her art on her arms) cartoon together.
One such night, a fight broke out, because Unnamed Child drew a picture of chocolate chip cookies. Wild Child wanted to eat them. A third kid got involved, wanting whatever her siblings wanted, and a scuffle ensued.
We draw monsters and buffoons, dragons and sisters. The Boy usually draws dinosaurs and Celts, battling it out in kilts and beards. We draw our friends. Dancing on rainbows with animal bodies. Each person’s characters may start out alone, but soon they cascade into the next cartoon, blending into a circus of creative expression.
Add popcorn, and you have a perfect night.
One such night, a fight broke out, because Unnamed Child drew a picture of chocolate chip cookies. Wild Child wanted to eat them. A third kid got involved, wanting whatever her siblings wanted, and a scuffle ensued.
We draw monsters and buffoons, dragons and sisters. The Boy usually draws dinosaurs and Celts, battling it out in kilts and beards. We draw our friends. Dancing on rainbows with animal bodies. Each person’s characters may start out alone, but soon they cascade into the next cartoon, blending into a circus of creative expression.
Add popcorn, and you have a perfect night.
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