Draw MY Daddy


“Daddy, draw me a tarantula,” said my four-year-old. So I drew her a massive spider with eight huge, hairy legs.

“Draw me a plane,” she said. So I drew a large airliner.

“Now draw Daddy.” So I drew a man with Popeye-like muscles, a washboard stomach, and a chiseled chin.

After admiring it for a few seconds, she said, “Now draw my daddy.”

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