a trip to the barber

My favourite little 5 year old guy arrived at his weekly art class last week with a bulging white envelope.

When he handed it to me I said what is it?

It’s all the hair the barber cut off last week. I told him I was doing a family portrait and that I would need all my hair to glue on the canvas. 

This brings new definition to the term mixed media.

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my dad’s wheelbarrow

I love wheelbarrows.

I can’t explain why but I find them so useful and simple. And when they are yellow, I think they are so beautiful.

(Don’t lock me up even though that may sound crazy to you)

I have even been known to fight over being the one who gets to use it.
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no stones left unturned

If you could ask any question of your dad what would it be?

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