Scary stories

There are times as a parent when you realize you have made a cascadingly bad choice and you will no doubt be confronted with your failure imminently and probably when you least expect it at points undetermined over the next twenty years. In this particular case, I suggested my kid read not one, but two theoretically age-appropriate books which nevertheless seemed to speak to that particular corner of dread which 11 year olds do their best to hide but which remains lying in wait, like forgotten hard-boiled eggs stuck in a bush the day after Easter.

Here are a few drawings made early one Saturday when due to the aforementioned self-own, it was clear that sleeping-in was going to be out of the question.

Breakfast on its way, coffee on the bubble, I thought I might as well try to draw him.

Then, what was supposed to be a sweet and silly series of a fox doing yoga, which was promptly and cooly amended by kiddo as follows.

And finally the impossibility of bagels…

That’s all for now