Before work this morning, First Son asked that I draw the G train, but his request was neverending â€“ I had to write out the station name, draw the wheels, the tracks, and all the people. He told me whom to draw (various members of the family). I gave myself a schoolmarmish blouse with three buttons, which I drew as three small circles in a vertical line near the neck. This prompted him to ask if I were a robot.
I donâ€™t know. Maybe I am?