Mummy Spits the Dummy

Hooray! Another fascinating look into the slightly demented world that is the artistic mind of my five-year-old! He’s started school now, so there’s a constant stream of masterpieces making their way home with him. Some are magnificent in detail. Some are just plain funny. Some are both. I love this guy’s ‘hands in the air like ya just don’t care’ enthusiasm, his rolling eyes, plentiful teeth and unilateral sideburn, as well as his outlandishly large nostrils.

So this one is a cautionary tale. It’s a caution against letting your son watch Mr T’s World’s Craziest Fools, among other things. We see two friends taking a nice drive on a pedestrian crossing, when three ‘foo’s’ decided to ride on the roof of their car. The two ‘foo’s’ bouncing on top are still having a great time. The bloke who fell off and is now  desperately hanging on to the back of the car, not so much. Sad face.

And here is our latest family portrait.
Me: Oh, looks great, mate! I like the hearts.
Boy-Child: Yes! I did them because I love my whole family! There’s you. And Daddy. And me in the middle. And our TV! We’re watching spiderman.
Me: Lovely. And what about your sister? Where is she?
Boy-Child: Who?

(She’s only lived with us for almost two years. Smelly pants, poor coordination, speaks mostly in gibberish? Ringing any bells?)