Grace has a new bestie. Oh, she still loves Sam, but no one gets quite the treatment of the baby in the mirror (or the window, on overcast days). She will crawl over to the bathroom door and sit outside it, crying, because she can’t get in to see her friend.
Today she wanted to see her and I had to draw a window first.
Also, please enjoy Patti Page lip-syncing.
(Why yes, it IS a stretch to say this is about art. WHAT OF IT?)