The other day I had to take Bea to the doctor, so I grabbed something to entertain her. Into my bag went one of those sketchpads where only part of the picture is drawn in, along with a mishmosh Ziploc of half-dried out markers, ink pens, colored pencils that may or may not have had a point, and a random plastic horse. (Honestly, you can find a random plastic animal in just about any location in our house.)
While we waited for the doctor, and then waited some more for strep and flu test results, I started to color in the original picture while Bea gleefully added to it.
What started as a cute little town ended up as, well, this:
It began with the addition of the pickle car and the gator car (props to Richard Scarry for the idea). Of course they had to race, and of course they had to have supporters. And what race is complete without a scoreboard and a medal for the winner AND loser? The pickle car got a medal that said "PYL" (short for "Pickle, you lose"), which doesn't seem very gracious to me, but whatever. The gator car got the winning pink medal, along with what appears to be our family represented as rodents.
It couldn't stop there, though. Oh, no. What city could be considered civilized without a dinosaur stompdown? Longneck versus T.rex got added to the melee. Shockingly, T.rex was the loser. Must've been the arms.
I should note that the entire time this was going on -- and it went on for at least 50 minutes -- Bea narrated what she was doing. I'm pretty sure she didn't even pause for her coughing fits. That kid, she can talk. An excerpt:
And now we need some birds. I'm going to draw an eagle here. These lines, these show how it's flying, see? It's flying this way, toward the pickle car. Remember the pickle car lost the race? But the long neck, the apatosaurus, he won for the dinosaurs. What kind of bird should I draw now? Oh, wait, I know! I'm going to draw a peregrine falcon. I loooove peregrine falcons. This one is going to go down to this building because maybe there's food there or something. And we need a pigeon, too. Good thing there aren't any buses since pigeons can't drive buses, right, mom? giggle
Allow me to present the peregrine, which I think is actually about to eat the entire building. Or crack its skull open. (Also, you can really see the poor T.rex's loser medal in this shot. I feel kinda bad for him and his short little arms...)