It's a thing of beauty if I say so myself. And I do. While it may not look like much to you, dearest internet, to me it represents at least an hour of whining, begging and a few sniffles. Trying to have Frac partake in anything even resembling a craft is like trying to pull a tooth from an annoyed crocodile. So this is what he came up with, and I love him all the more for it. Even if his artistic abilities will never lead to supporting me in the lifestyle which I want.
Fric, however, is the artist in the family. And she knows it. She has destroyed small forests for the amount of paper dedicated to bettering her craft. I should have shares in Crayola. I would be a very wealthy woman already. Trying to stop Fric from crafting, would be tantamount to killing her spirit. So we keep her well stocked in artistic supplies. She draws beautiful portraits (in mass quantaties) and I have high hopes that I may, oneday, ride her coattails to fame, fortune, and well, a mortgage-free property.
This is her most recent portrait of me:
The resemblance is uncanny.