“They” say our children are always watching us.
Obviously I must dress fancy and sip from a martini glass on a regular basis. I was immediately recognizable.
Things could be worse.
*For those of you (cough! Mama Syd. cough!) who will try to find the innocence in this portrait by claiming it must surely be a wand or something, let me clarify. She asked if I had seen the drawing of me on the board. Affirmative. “Did you see your fancy drink glass? For your special drink?” I really wasn’t offended or stunned or embarrassed I was just flattered by my hair.