Invisible monsters

Sometimes I feel like looking after small children is like being trapped in a surrealist movie. For instance, this morning Violet drew all over her legs.

Her: ‘I can’t go to kindy with tattoos!’
Me, with a flannel: ‘You’re the tattooed lady’
Her: ‘No, I’m not a lady, ladies eat mashed potatoes. I’m a man. Men eat beans and vegetables.’
Me: ‘OK’

Anyway, thank you for your generous response to my week of domestic comics! They have been fun to draw. I think I notice things a bit more acutely when I know I have to write/draw about them. Noticing is good.