Have you ever wondered what the lovechild of McDonald’s Mayor McCheese and Mrs. Potato Head would look like? Me neither.
But I got a pretty good idea when my son, Owen, drew this picture to accompany the Father’s Day Essay he wrote me this year.
Holy Hot Sweet Potatoes! I love this wacky rendering of me–it’s probably what I look like on the inside. I do have to say, however, that I am bothered by Owen’s decision to draw me with abnormally short arms (he has done this before). Do you think it’s his subconscious way of telling me I really have no control over him? Probably. On the other hand, he certainly has captured my sense of style–checkers, anyone?