“I’m walkin’ on my shadow, I’m walkin’ on my shadow,” says the lil’ monkey whenever the sun shines from a fortuitous direction. This time we had fun making letters of the alphabet with our bodies.
If parenthood all goes downhill from this point onward, I wouldn’t be surprised, since I can’t imagine much more fun than Giacometti-ish alphabet shadow puppetry on a lazy afternoon.
Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia. 
Incredible.
Having absorbed so much pop culture from the 80’s, I can’t help but see Freddy Krueger there on the right. Run lil monkey run! At the very least, don’t go outside to check out a noise wearing only your diaper.
Having avoided every horror movie since I was traumatized by an afternoon TV showing of the 1931 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I don’t know anything about any Freddy Krueger. Myself, I was thinkin’ more Sandino:
Though I think that as a general practice, no one should go outside to check out a noise wearing only a diaper if it’s late at night and there’s scary music somehow being piped in from god knows where.
Check out this link and the eery similarities:
http://www.imdb.com/gallery/mptv/1202/Mptv/1202/mptv_jb_09.jpg.html?path=gallery&path_key=0087800
Omygod, that is just heinous. Gives snappy chapeaus a bad name. I’m so sorry I peeked, but of course now I understand what I’ve put you through with this image.
Now here’s some Giacometti to try to wash away some of the taste of that Kruger imagery: