Drawing Prompts: Help From Your Friends

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Hello everyone. It’s Wednesday and so it’s time for a new prompt. This week, we want you to draw us a picture, and here’s what we’re thinking.

Most people have friends. Do you have friends? We bet you do. And we bet you do fun things with your friends all the time. Things like playing ball, eating sandwiches, and exploring mysterious closets. Are we right? Now imagine that you were stuck on an island with a few of your friends. Who would you pick and what would you do there together? Would you build a castle, start a rock band, or light a campfire and make s’mores? Remember, it’s just you and your friends (no parents allowed), so you can do whatever you want. Tell us who your friends are, why you invited them to your island, and what you’re going to do together.

Here’s Robbi’s picture.

I guess in this picture, Robbi is a penguin. Either that or Robbi has been eaten by the penguins (which would suggest that they weren’t really her friends in the first place, I guess.

We can’t wait to see what you come up with. Remember to send me your pictures by next Monday night so that I can post them on the blog next Tuesday.

Dance With the Alien and Me

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Last week we asked kids to write stories about this painting by Robbi (now available for auction HERE).


Back Together

By Tyler

So the boy’s name is called Maxie and he’s trying to find a snail that’s inside the hole which is why he has a flashlight. Behind him is the snail that he’s trying to look for but he doesn’t see it in the other hole. The snail’s name is called Pandy. He’s a snail that’s a kid. Maxie and Pandy live together because Pandy is Maxie’s pet. They are playing hide and seek but it took Maxie too long to find Pandy so Pandy came out to look for Maxie.

I think Tyler has stumbled upon the perfect plotline for a buddy comedy, and I strongly suggest that he put together a pilot. The name, of course, will be Pandy and Maxie (has a nice ring, doesn’t it?) I can’t decide whether Pandy is actually a robot. Or maybe Maxie is a robot and Pandy has been exposed to gamma rays (hence his largish size). Thoughts, anyone?

Finding Monster

By Spencer

There’s a little boy and the boy is looking for a monster with a flashlight since it’s night time. And then he sees a hole in the ground, thinking that’s where his monster might be. Actually his monster is behind him. It’s pretty funny since the monster can see his butt because he’s not wearing any pants or underwear. Funny, right?

It’s always refreshing to encounter someone who really understands what’s funny and what isn’t. Thanks, Spencer, for showing us the way. (Also, in Spencer’s defense, he saw this picture before it was painted. And before it was painted, it looked like the boy wasn’t wearing any pants – or underwear.)

The Alien and the Boy

By Alden

Uhm. The alien and the boy went for a walk but then the boy saw a flashlight on the ground. And then he picked it up and flashed it around. And the alien just didn’t know what he was doing. And the alien was named Chipotle. And they boy’s name was Archipelago. And also, they were nice friends together. But when they got home, something was missing from their bedroom—their two beds, their pillows and their blankets. And then their baseball mitts were missing. Then two things were missing from the kitchen—their plates and their cups. But nothing else was missing from their other rooms. But one more room was messed up—the bathroom.

The end.

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I guess whoever robbed Chipotle and Archipelago’s house was in desperate need of furniture and housewares. And baseball mitts. I also have a theory that the bathroom was “messed up” from the beginning. Chipotle looks to me like a messy sort of Alien.

Dance With the Alien and Me

By Kato

That’s me because I have short hair. And that’s short hair. What’s this? I think it’s a space alien. It has three eyes. I’m pretending. They’re playing upstairs. That’s the end.

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I must say, I love Kato’s title. Not just because it has a lyrical sort of quality, but also because it has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of his story. I also like that Kato doesn’t mess around. His stories are often haiku-like in their brevity. And punch. The narrative boils down to three words. “They’re playing upstairs.”

And really, what more do we need to know?

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Happy Birthday, Tyler!

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We are quite overdue in sharing this birthday card from Tyler. First take a moment to check out his drawing.

Got it? ok. Now onward to the story. That’s right. Tyler, seasoned Bobbledy writing prompt responder that he is, penned a tale to accompany the drawing. And we’re so glad that he did. The tension in this scene is so thick it could be sliced and spread on a baguette.

Here’s what’s happening, according to the author himself.

Bad Day

“Once upon a time, there was a little cat, who was walking through town when all of a sudden he saw a ghost and a mouse. The mouse was running away. The cat is scared by the ghost, who turns red when he has an evil plan. The ghost had an evil plan to kill the cat. And he is a little bit sunburned. The cat used the candle to scare the ghost, but this kind of ghost is not scared of the candle. Then, the ghost captured the cat. The end!”

Oh dear. Oh dear, and oh my. This story started so innocently, with a little cat who was walking through town. What could be more cheerful? But what a turn it takes. The murderous ghost! Further enraged by a bad case of sunburn! I must say, it was a clever move of that cat to try to scare the ghost with a candle. How awfu that this happened to be the very kind of ghost who is immune to such maneuvers.

I’m still sobbing from the tragedy of it all. Thank you, Tyler, for helping me access my feelings today. Just please keep that ghost away from me. Or at least get him some sunblock, for crying out loud!

And another thing…HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (We know we’re late in saying so, but we want you to know that we’re awfully glad to have you in the club.)

 

 

 

 

 

Father’s Day

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Because it was Father’s Day, I got to sleep in until the luxurious hour of 7:05am. At that moment I was roused by a noise of some sort. Perhaps it was a squeal of joy or a cry of protest. I may never know. By the time I staggered into the other room, the moment had passed and a new one had begun. My entrance triggered a chorus of obviously rehearsed (though clearly heartfelt), “Happy Father’s Day, Papa!” from the two small people who know how to say such things, and a waddling, smile-infested sort of half hug from the one who doesn’t.

Shortly thereafter, I was presented with three cards, which I’m happy to share with you now.

This lovely composition is from Alden.

This, of course, is our family, with the addition of my mom (known to Alden as “Baba,” who arrived for a visit today. In addition to the obvious love bursting from the hearts of those pictured, the sky is literally raining down Father’s Day treats for me: according to Alden, there are “candy hearts, candy flowers, candy diamonds, and presents.” Apparently, the presents are not candy. They’re just presents. I clarify in case you are tempted to eat them.

And here’s my card from Kato.

It is another family portrait, of course. I am on the left. Robbi is on the right. It may surprise you to learn that the rather large figure to the left of Robbi is Baby August. I’m assuming that Kato is playing with depth and perspective. The oddly splayed figure to the left of August is, apparently, “Iggy lying on her back.” The strange thing is, that’s almost exactly what Iggy looks like when she lies on her back.

And here is my favorite card (don’t tell the kids), from the person most responsible for making me a father in the first place.

I don’t think you need my help deciphering this one. Here, Iggy gets to look a bit more dignified, Baby August is appropriately proportioned (yes, he’s almost as big as Kato now), and Lily makes a visit from the grave to wish me a happy Father’s Day.

It’s so nice to see us all there together. As many of you know, it’s pretty great to be a dad. I think I’ll sign on for another year.

Happy Birthday, Sunny, the Lilac Fairy!

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We have been getting LOTS of birthday cards in the mail from Bobbledy kids lately, including this one from Sunny,

According to Sunny’s mom Ashley:

“The cat is being startled by a green monster named ‘R.’ Sunny has recently mastered writing the letter R, and has taken to naming every possible nameable item ‘R.’ This green monster is no exception. She had no explanation for the blue haze over the mouse hole. And the yellow is her attempt at writing her name. She gets easily distracted and vacillates between writing Sunny and Addison all in the same moment. We can go ahead and blame her parents for bestowing upon her two interchangeable albeit disparate names.”

Sunny, who has just turned four, got a very exciting present for her birthday: her very own lilac fairy costume. And her very own basket of matching lilacs. And free reign to romp about doing the sorts of bucolic woodland romping that lilac fairies are known for.

To read all about Sunny’s birthday, see more beautiful photos of a very happy little girl, and find out how to get a set of these sweet fairy threads for your own, check out Ashley’s blogpost on Sunny’s birthday.

I hope you will all joining me in saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNNY!

We know a Bobbledy Birthday card can’t compete with a lilac fairy costume, but we appreciate your indulging us.

Here’s to a great year five ahead.

Summer Jobs

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The school year for Alden and Kato is officially over. On Sunday there was a picnic celebrating the end of the year in which certificates and accolades from teachers were distributed. Kato was pleased to be named the playground imaginary ice cream distributor and accepted his congratulations with grace:

Kato handshake

Alden was honored for making compelling conversation at the snack table, including questions like, “Do you have a favorite Georgia O’Keeffe?”

Alden handshake

Once the picnic was over and everyone said their good-byes, it became quite clear to them that they wouldn’t be returning to school this week. They’re really going to miss their friends and fun at Friendship Montessori.

In fact, they’re going to miss school so much that they’ve demanded to be given jobs for the few weeks until we leave for Alaska. The students at FMS get assigned jobs every day, and it’s apparently something the kids look forward to with great gusto. Alden had brought home her “job bears” and Kato had brought home his “job kitty”. Alden realized that August didn’t have a job bear OR a job kitty, not being of age yet, so she drew him a job bear and demanded I cut it out for him (photo compliments of Alden as well):

August's job bear

I had put together the job board with all of the job titles I could remember from their reports on the car ride home. Jobs include “Book Selector” “Calendar Person” “Leader” “Weather Person” and “Clean-up”.

Job board

As you might have noticed, I forgot to include the most IMPORTANT job of all (how could I?!) – which Alden took upon herself to add:

Show and Tell

Show and Tell, of course.

We’ve assigned jobs every morning this week after breakfast is over, and you wouldn’t believe the alacrity with which breakfast is consumed these days.

Job board

Even August gets excited about it, though I’m sure he doesn’t know why.

Since we’ve started the job board, Alden’s small bear has been given to me, and a new bear has been drawn for Matthew. Alden’s favorite job of all the jobs, of course, is giving out jobs in the morning.

Giving out jobs

Perhaps we have identified the future CEO of Bobbledy Books. We sure hope so.

Writing Prompt: What’s That?

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Ok everyone. Time to take out your pencils or your personal transcriptionist. We have another writing prompt for you.

Here’s a drawing that Robbi did yesterday afternoon. It isn’t painted in yet, but it will be by next Tuesday when we post all your stories.

Looking in a hole

Take a close look and tell us what’s going on. Who is the boy with the flashlight? What is he looking for in that hole? What in the world is coming out of the other hole? Is it mean? Is it nice? Is it happy? Is it scared? It seems to us that there’s a story here, and we want you to tell it.

Write down your story and send it to me by next Monday afternoon. And be sure to tell us what your story is called.

We can’t wait to hear what you come up with!

Kids Draw Scary Things

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Last week, we asked kids to draw us something scary, telling them that…

It can be anything you’re scared of (or used to be scared of). It can be a lion or a tiger or a dinosaur or perhaps, if you are middle aged like me, you will draw a portrait of creaking knees, stacks of bills, or the failure to live up to one’s dreams. It’s entirely up to you.

Of course, we got all sorts of scary pictures.

Here is a drawing from Joe, who was uncharacteristically brief in describing his drawing of “ghosts and black bats.”

Seeing how scary Joe’s drawing is, I can see why he might not want to linger long enough to write an accompanying story. I like how the ghost in the lower right-hand corner of Joe’s drawing kind of looks like a bat. That’s doubly scary, if you ask me. But you didn’t ask, so I’ll move on.

Next up, we have a drawing from Tyler, who also shared some thoughts:

It’s a picture of the scariest snake in the world. It’s really, really, really scary. It can do whatever it wants. It can do magic. It can breathe fire out of its mouth. It can make force fields. It can even make a flood. Even if a sword gets stuck at him, he never ever grows dead. He can even scare away 100 army people. The snake can cut down trees with his tongue. If he sticks out his tongue and makes a sound with it, other people turn into bad guys, too. It has hands that can punch people to make them grow dead. If people even touch him a bit, the people grow dead. He’s the strongest thing on Earth. What it is called is “The Scariest Bad Snake of All.”

I’m almost too scared to keep reading. I am one of the 100 people that the snake scared away while he was busy cutting down trees with his tongue. I have no desire to see him breathe fire or make force fields. I have no desire to drown in his flood. I do not want to accidentally touch him and grow dead.

And here is a drawing (and story) from Spencer, who also focuses on a terrifying snake.

It’s the most powerful snake of all in the whole entire universe. It can even suck up stuff with its poisonous bamboo stalk, which gets puffed out of the circle spot in it’s body. It also uses poisonous fang technique to kill bad guys since he’s on the good team. The tail can rattle itself. If people are there, then when he rattles his tail, it makes them die. There’s a spot next to the guns that drops a ball and makes red stuff come out that checks to see if you’re a bad guy or not. if it’s a bad guy, the red stuff turns into laser beams, and if that doesn’t work then it turns into lava beams, and they grow dead no matter what. The things on the wings poking out are gun shooters. The ones that are blue are the most awesome and powerful guns that can kill a thousand google armies at once, in one flash, before even someone blinks. When he’s flying and sees a bad guy, the part on top of his neck shoots bombs out of his body. His name is “Power Snake.”

Oh dear. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through this post without hiding under my bed for a while. I will try to be brave. I am going to spend a moment thinking about fuzzy pink bunnies so that I will feel better about myself.

My big question is this: in a winner-take-all battle between “The Scariest Bad Snake of All” and “Power Snake,” who wins? Would Scary Snake’s force fields repel Power Snake’s lava beams? As scary as each of these snakes are on their own, when I try to think of them both at once, I find myself looking for my teddy bear. Since I am a grown man, I do not have a teddy bear. Which is a difficult position to be in when I’m this scared.

Here is a picture and story from Alden:

Me and Mama went for a walk without Papa, he was pretending to be superman. But then he noticed that a monster was coming. Then he wanted to bring a superboy present for me and Mama and Baby August and Kato. And the monster was making big bad breath and cloud was coming out of his horn. And his breath was all around us and we got trapped in the breath. And Papa came whooshing by with the super present, and the monster went running away when he saw Papa. And that was the end. The end.

 

Alden monster

This is not a story, of course. This is completely true. The only error is that I do not pretend to be Superman because I am superman. And of course I save my family from the bad breath monster all the time. Usually, I do this by brushing my teeth, but every once in a while, I do it by flying overhead and delivering superboy presents while the family goes for a walk. It kind of depends on how I’m feeling at the time.

And here’s a drawing from Kato.

This is an octopus. No, it’s a shark. It’s smiling but has scary teeth. I’m scared [he's the little guy in the far right corner]. Mama is happy. She is holding my hand so I won’t be scared. Mama isn’t scared. And there’s Papa. He has a big beard, on the front and on the back. The end.

Kato shark

 

I like this picture and I like this story, because in this story, I get to help someone feel less scared. And that is one of the most important jobs of a papa. I’m pretty sure my awesome anti-scared properties have something to do with my magnificent front-and-back beard.

When I wrote this prompt, I promised you all that I would show you my drawing of Monstro and Pinocchio, though it was almost too scary to draw.

Here you go.

For you mature readers, you should know that the above is an allegory. Or a metaphor. Or something like that. I am Pinocchio and Monstro is the world. And as much as I try to reason and rationalize, I’m going to get swallowed, digested, and transformed into something unseemly. Which makes this the scariest drawing of all.

Finally, we’ll leave you with a few late entries to last week’s writing prompt.

From Tyler:

“Mama Sweet”

The chipmunk is riding a unicycle. He’s happy and then he saw a worm. The worm is feeling good since he got to hug and snuggle with his mom before going off for his walk. The chipmunk said, “Hello! What are you doing?” And the worm said, “Should we play together?” And the chipmunk said, “Yes.” The chipmunk’s name is called Miffy. The worm’s name is called Taffy. They become best friends.

It’s hard to believe that this sweet tale sprung from the same mind that gave us “The Scariest Bad Snake of All.”

And from Spencer, here we have “Friends Forever”

It’s a chipmunk that is riding a unicycle. He saw a little worm and said, “Hey little worm! Want to be friends now?” The worm said, “Yes, I want to be your friend, but don’t eat me.” The chipmunk said, “OK!” They went off on a rocket ship to Mars to explore.

Again, the author of “Power Snake” surprises with his stunning versatility.

So now my question is, if Tyler’s chipmunk and Spencer’s chipmunk had a contest to see who could be the nicest, who could win? My poor scared mind is too feeble to decide.

But what do you think?

 

 

(It Might Be) TIME TO RESUBSCRIBE!

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As you know, I Don’t Wanna Brush My Teeth has landed in mailboxes across the land. Kids everywhere are singing and dancing and stomping their feet (and yet still brushing their teeth). At least this is what we hear from parents embedded on the front. Thanks to all of you who have shared your stories with us.

But! And here is the important part:

For any of you who joined us from the start of our Bobbledy adventure, this mailing is the last of your current membership! We did our best to inform you of this sad fact by placing a garish green sticker on the envelope and on the album itself.

However, we often hear from lapsed Idiots’Books (that’s our other press) subscribers that they didn’t realize that their subscription was expiring (in spite of our best efforts to inform them of that fact). So we’re just being extra careful and letting you know that if your club membership began with The Girl With Frogs in Her Ears, the time has come to renew.

Robbi has set up a special form for returning subscribers. You will see that it has been updated with a more current version of August’s hairdo.

We’ve had a great time making stuff to send you all this year and we hope your family has had fun reading, writing, drawing, and singing at the top of your lungs together. We’d really love to keep each and every one of you with us as we embark on an even more exciting year two. If that’s not meant to be, then know that it has been a fun ride. And that we’ll always be here (we hope!) if you decide to rejoin the club down the line.

Regardless of whether or not you’re able to resubscribe, please keep Bobbledy in mind for gifts (whether a blob or individual books or a full membership). Bobbledy really is the gift that keeps on arriving.

Over and over and over and over again throughout the year.

In any case. You have been warned.

Happy Birthday, Holly!

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Here’s a belated birthday greeting for Bobbledy club member Holly, who has no one but herself to blame for the delay.

In her own words:

Hey! Thanks for the birthday card!

It arrived on the VERY DAY and brought with it an extra element of surprise as I was fully expecting lizards inside. But cats are so. much. better. Yay!

This year marked the first when I had to actually do the math to figure out how old I was turning. I was sure it was 33. The drawing is meant to capture my feelings at discovering that I was wrong.

All my best to all you barn dwellers,

Holly

Here’s Holly’s card.

Our best right back at you Holly, and thanks for teaching all the other Bobbledy kids an important lesson. Which is that, even at the age of 34, people still forget to do things on time.  Or perhaps one might argue that it is Holly’s advanced age that caused her to be so forgetful.

Holly’s drawing is pretty wonderful, I think. And I’m not just saying that to make her feel better now that she’s gotten so old.

Anyone who wants to see more of Holly’s smart and witty drawings should check out her web comic, The League of Lost Causes.

Once again, with feeling, Happy Birthday Holly. Your belated present from us is on its way (a walker and a case of Metamucil).