I don't know who the little girl is, and I so hope she doesn't fall off that stool, but maybe someone will be there to catch her.
I'll post later today if I get this picture done. I have crossed over to the illustration side in my brain. The only things for kids I want to write now are silly poems. Hey, I'll share a couple I wrote recently that were rejected by the magazine editor I sent them to.
Is an angelfish an angel?
Or is it just a fish?
Does it have white floaty wings?
Or does it fit in a baking dish?
I wish I could befriend one
I'd like to ask it pretty please
If it knows what heaven looks like
And does it like to be served with cheese?
Why oh why is there a crow on my head?
It's been there ever since I got out of bed.
I've told it to go and I've told told it to flee
But it just sticks out its tongue and stares at me.
So I've decided to eat blueberries and pie
Every day of my life until the crow dies.
They were deemed inappropriate for the publication.....
I like them.