I received another fantastic birthday present: this portrait, drawn by my eight-year-old son. He asked me to sit for it and I posed dramatically.
“Make me look prettier than I do,” I said. (That’s what you’re supposed to say when someone does your portrait for you, right?)
“Younger?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, “younger.”
Notice the BREASTS. To my recollection, this is the first time he has ever drawn breasts. I must be younger because I am wearing a bikini and there aren’t enough umbrella drinks in the world for me to put on a bikini, not anymore. (It’s looking like I’m in need of a trip to the hairdresser, too!)