Last week Mom wanted me to help her make a card for my soon-to-be-here-friend Baby Beets.
“Even just a little scribble will do,” she said. But I didn’t want to scribble. I wanted to eat them instead (Mom freaked out for only a second until she discovered they’re non-toxic. Still, she wouldn’t let me put them in my mouth anymore.)
Sorry, Mom. Guess you’re going to have to wait to do craft projects with me a little longer.
“A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.” —Bill Watterson