Max has got a friend named Alice. I like Alice, her spitfire and smarts. However she’s always been a bit of a pain, impulsive and impossible to control. Lately she’s become quite abusive, kicking him in the shins and stomping
(Are you a believer?)
(Wonder what happens when you cross a black cat.)
I can’t remember when Max began to sleep through the night. As an illustrator, I like following sites like Illustration Friday, Daily Doodle and the like. They throw out quick assignments: illustrate “Metamorphosis,” or make a picture of Little Red Riding Hood.
Gah! I hate being two-faced. I used to think little kids are cute: their big melty eyes, their cherubic cheeks, and their awkward movements as they learn to master their little bodies. Do you know how tricky a jumping jack
(Charlie Bucket and the tour group from hell)