My 4-year-old daughter draws pictures and they're all terrifying

Hey there everyone! Long time no speak. Last time we met, Trevor had just turned one, which means it's been nearly two years since I've posted. My bad.

Today, we are here to discuss Audrey, who is now a precocious 4-year-old. And to my great delight, she is also a burgeoning artist.

In fact, she's not just burgeoning. She's a star. Her drawings are incredible!

There's just one thing: all her drawings are terrifying. All of them.

I don't know what it is exactly, but every single thing she draws looks like demon spawn straight from hell. And somehow, each drawing is even MORE terrifying than the one that preceded it. I tried to copy a simple drawing of hers, but mine fell woefully short of the mark. Mine just looked like a sad pen drawing made by a slightly deranged incompetent drunk person:

But hers? NIGHTMARE.

Without further ado, let's take a look at some more of Audrey's beautiful artwork.

What the fuck.

These look like a collection of tortured souls waiting for their turn to be escorted into Hell.

I'm especially concerned about the one on the bottom row second from the right. Why are his eyes different? And what's with the one on the bottom left? Why is he the only one with legs?

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.

My best guess is that this is a hideous ghost demon with another soul trapped inside him. The soul trapped inside seems remarkably okay with the whole situation. He's come to terms with it. "This is fine."

Here's a nice family portrait! Not too bad actually. But wait, there's a follow-up ...

This family portrait raises more concerns. And why are we all wearing nipple clamps?

Our mouths are open as we scream but I get the bad feeling there's no sound coming out.

This was supposed to be a "happy guy, a scared guy, and a funny guy."

Nailed it.

This is a portrait of Audrey and Trevor. She asked me to help her out by drawing the outline of the heads and bodies, and then she drew everything else.

As near as I can tell, they have both been hypnotized by dark spirits. Their hands have become claws and the sun has turned black as the dark spirits run riot through their impressionable young minds.

They will be doing the spirit's bidding. I am not likely to survive the night.

So there you have it -- some super stellar artwork that she makes me hang up in my house and it's not at all frightening. 

In fact, several of the pictures are hung up on the back patio door, so when you open up the blinds there's this terrifying big reveal and it makes me laugh every time someone sees it for the first time and screams.

Kids are fun.

Happy birthday Trevor!! Another animated GIF

Trevor is ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!!! Just like I did for Audrey, I put together a GIF showing him growing up during his first year of life. Such a sweet little dude.

That f***ing swimming Nemo toy

Hi everybody!! Long time no speak!

I haven't blogged in months because I've been pretty busy dealing with a few things, including but not limited to:
-- moving
-- divorce
-- crippling depression
-- single parenting
-- my dishwasher was making a funny noise

If you've ever had to deal with a dishwasher that is making a funny noise, then you know how stressful it can be. What if it breaks? Will it flood my whole kitchen while I'm at work one day? Will I have to wash things by hand in the interim? How long before they can fix it???

But the dishwasher is fixed now and my crippling depression has been downgraded to "moderately debilitating depression" so everything is on the up and up! :-D

... with just one caveat. A couple weeks ago, I told Audrey she could choose one toy while we were at Target, and she opted for a water-activated swimming Nemo toy in celebration of the movie Finding Dory. And I have never, never regretted the purchase of any toy as much as I regret that Nemo. Nemo may be the one thing standing between me and pure, unadulterated happiness.

This motherf***er.

The Nemo-related drama started immediately upon getting into the car after buying it, when Audrey insisted that I open the package and get Nemo out for her to play with. He was, of course, locked tightly into clamshell packaging and I had no scissors on me. I told her to wait until we got home. She responded with the opening salvos of a screaming fit.

So I Incredible Hulked it out of the plastic and gave it to her, and she was happy.

Briefly.


Once we got home, she decided that of course Nemo needed to find somewhere to swim. Could she perhaps have a bath in the middle of the day when she had just had a bath the night before? I said no and suggested instead that we fill a big mixing bowl with water, and Nemo could swim in that. She reluctantly agreed.

We started out with the bowl of water in the kitchen because I'm really really stupid. A gallon of water on the floor later, I realized that this activity would be better suited for outdoors.

So the bowl of water moved out onto the balcony, and Nemo's happy swimming resumed.

... until Trevor got involved. He kept reaching into the water and splashing everywhere and trying to knock the bowl over, which led to Audrey screeching "TREVORRRRRRRR NOOOO!" at a volume fit to wake the neighborhood. No problem -- I'll just get Trevor his own bowl of water to splash around in and then he won't bother Audrey. I did this because, as mentioned previously, I am really really stupid.

Two gallons of spilled water and a soaking wet child later, I realized that this, too, had been a miscalculation. I don't know what kind of brain damaged moron gives a baby a giant bowl full of water and expects anything other than Biblical Noah's Ark level flooding, but I am exactly that brand of brain damaged moron.

It was around this time that Audrey announced that Nemo was hungry, and that he wanted some Goldfish to eat. I was a bit concerned about the implications of that, but the kid wants what she wants and who am I to say no? At this point, I figured there was no way she could make any more of a mess than they already had, so I just gave her the carton of goldfish and told her to have at it.

She eventually poured enough goldfish in the bowl to kill Nemo several times over, and only stopped when I took the carton away from her.

Nemo was very hungry.

Unsurprisingly, Nemo's eyes turned out to be bigger than his stomach.

Yum.

The travails of Nemo didn't stop there. Next, Audrey felt that Nemo should be allowed to swim around in the bathroom sink. Then she felt that Nemo should be allowed to play with blocks while swimming. So into the sink went 25 (I counted them) wooden blocks for Nemo to enjoy.

It was ALWAYS time for Nemo to swim in the sink. Our lives revolved around him and his needs. I spent more time looking out for Nemo and his various issues (he's hungry, he's tired, don't turn on the lights because Nemo is napping, don't make noise or you'll wake up Nemo, Nemo needs more water in the sink, Nemo needs less water in the sink, Nemo is thirsty, Nemo needs some cake, go wash your hands in the other bathroom because Nemo is having a swim, I can't brush my teeth because Nemo is in the sink again) than I spent looking after myself.

Nemo needed a washcloth in the sink with him so that he could lie down on it and have a nap.

Then she wanted to go back to the store to get Nemo's mom and dad, which I agreed to do the next day while she was at daycare. I hoped she would forget about it, but nope, in the car on the way to daycare she confirmed that I would go to the store that day to buy more Nemo toys. Another $15+ later, we were the proud owners of a large stuffed Nemo and Dory. My total investment in this f***ing Nemo toy has now risen to $30.

The day after that, Audrey wanted to bring the whole Nemo family in the car with her to daycare, and she pitched a screaming fit the entire way there because we forgot them.

Another time, swimming Nemo went missing and could not be located in time for bathtime. Screaming fit in the tub.

Nemo played in the sink with 600 toys again, and Audrey accidentally soaked herself to the point that she stripped off all her clothes and used them as towels to clean up the water on the floor. She then refused to take a nap because Nemo needed her.

Nemo came out to the pool with us and Audrey wanted him in the pool, then out of the pool, then in the pool, then out of the pool. I will give you 10 guesses as to whose responsibility it was to move Nemo in and out of the water as needed. Hint: IT WASN'T AUDREY.


And so, friends, in conclusion I will leave you with this: if I had a time machine and was only allowed to use it once, would I stop Hitler? Would I prevent 9/11?

No.

I would go back to July 24 and I would NOT BUY THAT F***ING NEMO TOY I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER.

F*** YOU NEMO I HOPE EVERYONE YOU LOVE GETS HEPATITIS