MyThreeDaughters

Fontaine told someone the day of my birthday, two days ago (yeah, thanks), that the girls made about a hundred drawings for Daddy.
And so, on my birthday night, after dinner I said, “Weren’t there some gifts?”
They came back, gleeful, with what can only be described as a wad. Like something you could slay someone with.
On the outside was an envelope. It’s retro stationary, and I’m not going to tell Dick Van Dyke what they did to his face.
We thought you wouldn’t like that scratchy faced guy, Daddy, Fontaine said.
That’s him up there. They snuffed him out. Soprano style. He is no more. I’m glad I’m me, and not someone they think I don’t like.
Inside the scratched-out formerly scratchy-faced guy envelope they had stuffed a couple of drawings.
I think they’re lovely. If that’s me in these pictures, I’m having a great time. I wonder what’s in those drinks? Are we on a tropical island? Ah…
Click on the drawings if you want to see them larger.