Rejoice, for the Era of Magnadoodle Dominance Is Over

Lula asked me draw Super Why this morning. I drew a pig in a lone ranger mask.

(In case you're just joining us, Bump can draw all sorts of shit for the children when they demand it. Like elephants. I cannot.)

Then Lula found a printed picture of Super Why and brought it to me. (As if to say, "Hey Dumbass, this is what Super Why is supposed to look like.") Using it as a guide, I tried again. I think I did a pretty good job. You know. Considering.

Bump said Super Why looked like he was suffering from male pattern baldness. I told Bump to shut the hell up.

At least Lula was happy.

Then Bump wondered aloud if one could just place a piece of paper on the magnadoodle and trace it.

Guess what, people?

GUESS. WHAT. (Oh, and that's Lumpyhead, complaining about the shirt his father selected for him. It's striped, you see, which is apparently unacceptable. He continued to scowl at that shirt until we let him choose a different one.)

YOU CAN TOTALLY TRACE ON A MAGNADOODLE!

Here's Princess Presto, as traced by ME, close up. Check me OUT, bitches.

Lula erased the bottom part before I could get a decent photo. Still. Bow to my superior tracing ability. BOW!

And right as I was feeling all uppity, Bump went a drew Wonder Red. Freehand. No tracing.

Fuck you.