two portraits

My toddler drew a picture of me.

I've never felt so beautiful, unlike the time she compared me to Goliath or recognized me in one of her children's books. Can you see my neck? Before she drew it, she examined it closely saying, "now I'm going to draw your tail."

"My tail?" I asked, "don't you mean my neck?" Of course she did. Neck, tail, same thing. An artist can't be bothered by such particulars.

This is a portrait of her Daddy.
He's convinced all the more that we gave birth to a genius. :)