This afternoon I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when my good friend Mickey appeared in front of me and said, “You’ve got good timing,” and handed me a watermelon that he grew from his own garden.
This morning I put some mustaches on the kids, Alden and Kato. August is still too small for a mustache.
What’s the connection between the afternoon watermelon and the morning mustaches? At the end of the day Robbi put one of the mustaches on the watermelon and VOILA! Esteemed senator watermelon was born.
To remember his distinguished visage for the rest of our lives, we made portraits of him in five minutes.
Matthew went for the 1940’s feel with a sideways head.
Robbi’s looks like a real campaign poster that makes me want to vote for him. I’ve never seen a friendlier watermelon.
And my senator watermelon, despite the buffness of his arms, is meloncholy.
He may have a stylin’ suit, a personality worth voting for, and years of experience, but at the end of the day, Esteemed Senator Watermelon needs to be eaten. I think he’ll take it honorably.
