I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on for this one. But I can’t help it. About a year ago I was standing outside of Angel Baby’s first grade classroom waiting on the teacher to come and get me for a parent/teacher conference. I looked across the hall to find the most amazeballs collection of children’s art in the history of ever.
The children had been asked to draw a picture of how they felt on picture day. I’m sure there was some remarkable literary reference and more project details but all that’s a blur because these images were gagging me with awesomeness.
And because I rank humor right up there with oxygen, I slipped out my phone and took pictures of them. I was weeding through some old files and found these. And experienced the magic all over again.
So I see, Jacob. So I see.
That's OK. I'm more concerned with the jaundice.
Let's just hope this is the only picture that ever gets taken of your "O" face.
Dude, seriously? A black eye AND chicken pox? You deserve a do-over.
Wait. Is this one of my onions?
Um. Well. That does suck. And it's kinda gross. Plus I think you have herpes.
That's OK. Your brother will get crabs one day.
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