A Palm Tree on a Deserted Island
"Any ideas for the snack sack?"
"Nope," he said a little too quickly.
I suspected he was sore that I wasn't letting him watch a show while he ate breakfast. He had woken up early and watched a show upstairs while I sluggishly got ready. He then took his sweet time changing and really lagged as he prepped his waffles. I didn't like the pace he was going at and we didn't have much time left to get out for school anyway.
I tried to entice him, "How about Elliot, from Open Season?"
"No," he said grumpily. He paused for a moment sulking, then asked, "How about Boog?" I ran a search and handed him my iPhone. He searched and scrolled for over 5 minutes. He couldn't pick anything.
"How about I draw what I want to draw today?" I asked declaratively.
He didn't respond and I was running out of time. The vision of a palm tree popped into my head. I did a search and found this classic deserted island view. I made quick work of it, then went upstairs to get some socks.
"Just so you know...I like the snack sack!" he yelled to me from downstairs.
"Cool!" I yelled back.
"No," he said grumpily. He paused for a moment sulking, then asked, "How about Boog?" I ran a search and handed him my iPhone. He searched and scrolled for over 5 minutes. He couldn't pick anything.
"How about I draw what I want to draw today?" I asked declaratively.
He didn't respond and I was running out of time. The vision of a palm tree popped into my head. I did a search and found this classic deserted island view. I made quick work of it, then went upstairs to get some socks.
"Just so you know...I like the snack sack!" he yelled to me from downstairs.
"Cool!" I yelled back.
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