Emma, my artist and writer

If you've hung around these here parts for awhile, you'll know that I have two girls. 

One is Addie, who is blond and wiry and is so ditzy-hilarious

I must document all her Addisms in hopes she will make me rich and famousy. 

My other daughter is Emma.  She's older, she's a lot like me in personality

and she is blowing me away with her artistic abilities.

Years ago, I posted this picture she drew of our family:

With my cleavage included.  I know, we're so proud.

But her abilities go much farther than accurrately capturing bosom chasms.  Here's a pic Emma did in Kindergarten.

The Mona Lisa!  Dude, my kid is so awesome.

Here's another one:

Am I the only one who thinks this kid is amazing?  I can't even draw this well.

And here's my favorite:

So.  Now that I've astounded you with the glory of my daughter's art, let me share with you the story she's currently writing.  I'm going to write it word for word, including her misspellings.

Dragon's Taritorry

If you ever see a dragon, you might want to run.  Here's why.  Every dragon has it's own taritorry.  And if your in the way you will be forst out.  But that is no longer true.  You see, an evil cat has tacken over as dragon for a long time.  Along time ago, a cat named Odone was picked up from a orphinige.  He has done something called killing.  We don't do that.  We're vegiterieins.  Odone can make meet look like a vegitable.  That is how we have became slaves. 

Pretty good, huh?  All those hours of watching Lord of the Rings are paying off.  Now if I can just get up off my hindquarters and write my story...