Gang of Very Serious 6th Grade Cartoonists At the Public Library Table Next to Mine:
“You’re telling me her character, but you’re not telling me what she looks like. I can’t draw her character.”
Pause, to allow time for drawing, pencil clutched in hand, tongue sticking a tiny bit out of mouth,
“There. Her lips. I didn’t draw her smiling cause you said she’s never smiling at you.”
