more lockdown graffiti.

hallo dear patrons.

love from aotearoa new zealand lockdown, day 35.

hanging in there, third eye getting squeegee’d daily.

ash was working on a black crayon drawing on a piece of paper and i turned my back only to turn around a few moments later to see him crayon-graffiti-ing the picnic table.

eh no harm, it’s crayon.

he’s only just barely learned to learn to spell and write so i was expecting to be presented with his usual fare lately; a picture of a monster or a butt.

he wrote “‘my mum is the best”.

i almost openly wept.

and why do i wish i’d given him a knife for his birthday.

o silver linings of lockdown, keep coming.

xx afp