B.T. got a “magic science” kit for Christmas. His third such science kit (the first to have a make-your-own magic wand). He loves these things. From last Christmas he had a wizard hat and a robe his mommy made for him. He wears those whenever we use the “magic” science (as opposed to the regular science he did before).
So, you know, learning is pretty cool. So is school. I think I mentioned he loves kindergarten. Put 2 and 2 together and you get magic school.
Also, someday I expect he’ll want to read Harry Potter.
B.T. has a lot of favorite books among which one ought to count “Way Down Deep in the Deep Blue Sea”, in which a young boy dives deep into the ocean and interacts with various sea creatures as he swims to the bottom where he retrieves some sunken pirate treasure for his mommy before being chased to the surface by a shark. The twist: he was taking a bath the whole time, using his imagination, and the sea creatures were his bath toys. It’s a fun kids’ book.
More recently he’s gotten into a game on his new mini tablet, as well as a related show, featuring cartoonified mer-kids and a merdog called Bubble Puppy (the dog’s name, not the show; I don’t know what the show is called).
So, I thought an undersea theme featuring some merpeople might go over well with him. Maybe it’ll go over well with you guys, too.
No particular reason. Just a griffin. Or a griffon. Or a gryphon. Or, you know, whatever. Not exactly my best mythical creature, but see my earlier comment about drawing in ink.
The holidays are over, and holiday camp is out, but school was not yet in. So today’s theme was a “bring your child to work day” thing. B.T. was a trooper sitting in the empty cube next to me most of the day. Here’s a shot of what today’s napkin looked like after a little use.
I’m terrible at people in ink. Pencil had always been my preferred medium for art. Even then, faces and bodies take me considerable more effort to prefect.
But yes, that is supposed to be myself and my eager young space cadet going in to work. In reality, I realized post hoc that B.T. is still quite a but shorter than that. He comes not to my shoulder but just past my waist.
In parting, I leave to the reader’s imagination what the various oddments found here at my place of labor represent.
BT is at nature camp this week, and that made me think about trees, and woods, and forests. So inspired, I scribbled this hoping to similarly inspire him to look a little closer when he’s out in nature, and maybe find a little magic there.
So Dear Wife and I trade off on drawing little doodles on a napkin that goes in BT’s lunch box.
Did I mention yet that BT is in kindergarten this year? No? Well, BT is in kindergarten this year.
He takes a lunch box every day. We give him a napkin to go with. Dear Wife started doing doodles and art on said napkin. I later joined in the fun. And here we are.
This is not my first napkin rodeo. Some of mine have been pretty good (for a five minute doodle on a napkin by a guy who hasn’t done art seriously or consistently for years), and Dear Wife had convinced your humble host that they are blog-worthy. This is not my best work, but it’s the first after I decided to take her up on the idea.
Most napkins I post here won’t have so much commentary. I just wanted to provide some context for this little side trip.
BT is doing camp this week since regular school is still out for “winter” holidays. (Scare quotes because global warming is telling us it’s already spring here. We’ve literally had to turn on the A.C. to stay comfortable. Years we’re cranking the heat.) So, my doodle is of a young scout at camp. I intentionally made the head extra-round for mostly unsuccessful stylistic reasons.