
Why am I not referred to by name here? Why am I only "Oona's Daddy"? I AM NOT A NUMBER. I AM A PERSON.

These are the kinds of pictures we are going to get whenever mommy attempts to cook.

High. Obviously: high. I do not understand. Where is she getting the drugs from? She's not even two!
is that a unicorn i see? fantastic.
ReplyDeleteHa-ha. very funny and sweet! Enjoy!X
ReplyDeleteWas she out observing the buffalo before doing the middle one?
ReplyDeleteVery paeleolithic
a true artist is born!
ReplyDeletecan mummy cook more often please?
ReplyDeleteHolly: it could be. It might also be the cops.
ReplyDeleteAnna: Thank you, but on a whole other level it's rather worrying.
Kaz: There are no buffalo here, only bikers.
Astra: Either that or a mental patient.
Lulu: She could, but we'd need more insurance.
True artists start early!
ReplyDeleteInspiring...the middle piece looks a bit like Pollock, and I can not help but wonder if he had someone cooking at home.
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