David sat with pen and blank page before him. “Whatcha doin’, Dave?” I asked. He explained that he was trying to decide what to draw. “Well!” I exclaimed, “What could be better to draw than MY BEAUTIFUL FACE?!” And I assumed a pose.
He set to work. For a couple of minutes he stared at me earnestly while moving his pen–not looking at the paper very often–and at last I got a peek at his progress. “Oh,” I said slowly. “I didn’t know I looked like a gummy bear.”
“I was trying not to tell you,” Jacinta said from the next room.
Must be because I’m sick.