Jesus H. Christ.
I read that title, like, three times and I still don't understand it.
Fresh on the heels of my son's "BOOK OF DESTRUCTION," I found something.
My daughter is just as messed up in the head as my son.
Apples and trees..yeah, I get it.
My daughter happened to show me some drawings she did the other day in one of her notebooks.
(click to enlarge..that's what she said...not really)
Exhibit A: CraigsList
She drew Craigslist.
How do you draw Craigslist, you ask?
Just. Like. This.
Of course, if I wanted to sell a talking Dora house and found THIS when I went to the website, I'd be pretty let down.
Then, I see..
Exhibit B: The Australian Princess and the Worm Police
"The Australian Princess and the Worm Police"
I have NO fucking clue where this came from, but I'm definitely considering this for the next round of Mental Poo-Looza shirts as a great name for a rock band.
On sale now.
Thought I'd throw that in there.
Make some coin.
Oh well...you know, I always knew my son was mine..just because he's only 1/2 level away from being as messed up as I am.
But now I guess I know my daughter is, too.
Suppose I can cancel those paternity tests and take the 'Lost and Found' ad off Craigslist.
Which is apparently just a list of names anyway...according to my girl.