"Ooh," I lean in. "What are you drawing?"
"Daddy."
She lifts her book to me, showing me her art.
I tip my head, trying to decipher what exactly it is, because the figure definitely doesn't look like her Dad. If anything, it could make for a swamp monster or something close to it. But at least she got the huge body right, I'll give her that.
"I want to give him a surprise."
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. He'll definitely be surprised when he sees it.
She drops down the book, looking at me expectantly, and I realize I haven't said anything. She probably wants a compliment.
"It's" I swallow "...beautiful. Really brings out his eyes—" if the fact that the eyes are bulging out of their sockets has anything to say about it— "I wish I could draw as good as you."
My words seem
