Tonight we went out to dinner to celebrate Ry's return home for the weekend. I sat next to Cheeky Monkey, who directed me to draw the following picture. Take a minute. What do you see here? Ry and I laughed until we cried about what we saw. I'll describe our interpretation below and then tell you how it really went down. First though, write your own narrative and leave it in the comments.
Ry and I thought: This is a domestic disturbance in the kitchen/dormitory. One partner is unhappy because the coffee is cold. S/he threatens to dismember the other partner with the ax if the problem isn't rectified. The partner says "but I can't fix it, because I don't have arms!"
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Did you write your version?
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How it really went down:
CM: Draw a sad face. I draw a sad face.
Me: Ok. But why is he sad?
CM: Because he doesn't have feet!
Me: Ok. I'll give him some feet then. I draw a body, legs and feet.
CM: Good. Now he needs a chair. I draw a chair.
Me: There you go. Do you think he needs arms?
CM: Yes! I draw arms. Now make his bed! I draw the bed.
Me: What else?
CM: He needs a picture! I draw him holding a "picture". And a cup. Make a cup. I draw a cup. Now make a happy face. I draw the happy face.
Me: Does he need feet too?
CM: Yes, and shoes. I draw feet and shoes. Now make the bed. With a blanket and pillow. I comply.
Me: Anything else?
CM: More bed. And blanket and pillow. I draw another bed with requisite linens.
Sadly, dinner arrived right after the last bed was drawn. It all seemed so innocent until I looked at the complete picture.
1 comment:
Well, I didn't read the thing in his hand as an ax, but the whole picture did seem like some sort of omestic unhappiness.
I'd have gone with something like - guy with coffee cup is holding a receipt in his hand because he's mad that the happy smiling lady bought a new bed. (After all, her happy face does seem pretty smug.)
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