MyThreeDaughters

This morning, as with many mornings, the two older girls and I were downstairs first. I thought I caught a break when Sadie asked for some pens and paper and said she wanted to draw.
(fool: Oh great, she wants to draw, that ought to keep her busy for a while…)
Then I forgot: These girls can fire off “art” at machine-gun like rates.
“Hey Daddy, can you tear out this drawing for me.”
Sure sweetheart.
Grind coffee…
“Hey Daddy, I can’t find a purple pen.”
Oh yeah, here’s a purple pen, and hey sweetie, rip rip rip rip rip rip, here’s PLENTY more paper for when you finish that one.
Dump coffee into the filter, put water in the coff…
“Hey Daddy, I’m done drawing, can you hang my drawings up. I need some tape.”
Let’s just say they were professionals, and let’s just say they were paid five bucks a drawing…I’d be heading for retirement right now.