Yesterday got messy. One minute our 7 year old son was fine, then the next minute all hell broke loose. When he said, “Daddy, I think I’m going to…” I knew exactly what was coming but I had no time to run and nowhere to hide.
Let’s just say that I didn’t have to ask him what he had for lunch at school that afternoon. Oh, and by the way, I won’t be eating spaghetti any time soon.
(Tombow Fudenosuke Brush Pen on 28lb. laser paper. Digitally coloured in Affinity Photo)