We are still in recovery from the Great Barffest of 2008. Chava was essentially sick all week; I got it on Sunday, and Maddox has thrown up intermittantly since the wee hours of Monday a.m. (but seems absolutely fine in between puking sessions). Both kids refuse to go to bed without a bowl next to them. I think it's Chava's newest lovey.
In the interim, I was presented with this at Maddox's school last week:
I honestly wondered if he would just skip drawing people all together. But no! He said, "That's our family. But not Dad." I don't know why Al got dissed. But I think Maddox got Chava's hair exactly right.