The Smuggler.

Asking Evie if she has any toy stowaways on board before we leave for school is pointless. The answer will always be a hesitant and squeaky no.
Reminding her that she cant take dinosaurs to school, (no matter how small and how cute) is also pointless.
Either I have to invent a small plastic toy detector or it’s frisking time.
And it’s going to be tickly…

Posted on September 24, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. DM: superb technique…feels like classic illustration…i’ve reposted & thanks for sharing! AP

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  2. Bless her! Love her bulging pockets, so funny. :o) You bring a smile at the end of each day, I so look forward to my daily dose of your life.

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  3. Oh Evie..you do make me laugh. Such funny snippets of life, I love it.
    /Camilla

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  4. Your drawings have real charm. The little boy is exactly like a character I imagined in a series of stories I read. Its uncanny.

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  5. Heehee. Try telling her her little friends get bored in the school and would prefer to be left home. 🙂

    Or even better, that if her friends like the school very much, they might just wander off on their own and not return to her 😉

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