yesterday, the mayor of michael delving was called into the downstairs playroom to settle a grievous dispute.
one of the hobbitlings had agreed to sit for a portrait drawn by another hobbitling. while the portrait was still in progress, tempers flew: there was profound objection to the artist's rendering of the subject... particularly the subject's hair. and in the midst of the spat, the portrait was ruined.
from upstairs, the hobbit wife heard only bits and pieces of the mayor's solomn investigation, but it was enough to send the hobbit wife into fits of silent giggles.
"the picture is just the worstest!!!" quoth the portrait subject. "[my sibling] made me look like a french governor!!!"
oh my. parenting is not for the faint of heart nor the weak of poker face.
