Recently, The Kid took to a box that my Dad had sent home with me to re-use for shipping from my etsy shop. I don't know why, but she kept insisting that it was a monster, making it growl at me and everything, so I decided to go ahead and give her an actual monster. I mean, I love her imagination and all, but it's just hard for me to feign imaginary fright at the sight of a blank white box...
The Kid had The Husband and I add a few meals for the monster while we were eating breakfast. Can you tell mine were drawn using my "wrong" hand?!?!
Ahhhhhh kids...Why can't we maintain such fabulous imaginations as adults???