[ As if it's an honor and privilege that Damian chose his face out of all the things he could draw. (Ten pounds of sass in a five pound bag.)
He looks up at Jason, squints one eye, nose scrunching, before he looks down at his paper, drawing another very, very careful line. After that, he continues to glance up at his father, then glance back down, make a mark. Up, down, mark. Repeat.
He makes a face at the pumpkin guts. ]
Gross. Who looked at that and decided they were gonna make a pie out of it?
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[ As if it's an honor and privilege that Damian chose his face out of all the things he could draw. (Ten pounds of sass in a five pound bag.)
He looks up at Jason, squints one eye, nose scrunching, before he looks down at his paper, drawing another very, very careful line. After that, he continues to glance up at his father, then glance back down, make a mark. Up, down, mark. Repeat.
He makes a face at the pumpkin guts. ]
Gross. Who looked at that and decided they were gonna make a pie out of it?