Child labor

Boy Wonder just came in, as I sat at my computer surfing the local job-huntin' Web site, and handed me some papers.

"Here are some pictures for you!" he said.

"Oh, thank you, honey." I said. "They're very nice. I'll keep them right here, okay? Maybe I'll tape one to my computer monitor."

"Okay. I need to go draw more pictures. I'm WORKING now. I'm very busy working."

Well, at least SOMEONE is working around here.

(And now I feel horribly guilty. I'm sitting here thinking, "Why in the name of all that is holy does he not just take a nap already?" And he's sitting in the living room drawing a big stack of pictures. For me.)