Mickey and his knights
Every Tuesday night I get together with the Quigleys at the Black Cat Burritos for dinner and beer. Little Mickey Miggs, their three year old, always demands that I draw him pictures of knights.
He is a very demanding artistic patron: What do you want me to draw Mickey?
"Knights! I want knights!"
ok - what kind of knight. "I want a BAD knight! With a shield!"
Should he have a lance or a sword or something? "A sword - he has a sword."
Should I put something like an eagle or a cross on his shield?
"NO! Nothing on his shield."
Alright. Nothing on the shield. Should he be on a horse? "NO! Just standing."
"And he doesn't have those things!" ..... What things?
"On his feet. He doesn't ride a horse!"
Oh. You mean spurs?
"'purs! No 'purs! He is NOT on a horse."
And I used to think his sister was bossy.
I'm beginning to know how Dad felt once upon a time when he had to draw knights.
posted by Scott at 11:22 PM
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Ok this is a great story and I think you can include it (and I'm sure others) in that little book you're working on "Antics Of Our Lummox".
I have retitled the little book to "How Mickey and His Big Sister Take Over the World (for its own good)"
The little lummox has a supporting role hunting for groundhogs.
What about "How Sir Mickey rescued Princess Sue?
Hunting for groundhogs!!! What do you mean hunting for groundhogs? Am I ssfe around the Lummox?
You have been so far.
What could go wrong?
"Famous Last Words!" Does anyone other than me remember that cartoon?
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