Let's Draw a Picture of All Your Flaws!!

Seventeen years ago an event occurred that rocked my world.  My family had gone to Six Flags.  I was around 12 years old.  My sister was 18.  I remember my bumper bangs, braces, and large glasses like it was yesterday.   We spotted a caricature artist.  Parents: NEVER let your pre-teen get a caricature.  Why? It is simple. Let us look at the definition of the word:

 car·i·ca·ture

n.a. A representation, especially pictorial or literary, in which the subject's distinctive features or peculiarities are deliberately exaggerated to produce a comic or grotesque effect.

Every twelve year old girl needs a grotesque painting of all her peculiarities.  My sister's "distinctive features," as seen by the 20 year old horny caricature artists, were her breast.   He exaggerated them all right. 

I am not sure what I expected him to draw for me.  In hindsight, he did the perfect pictorial representation of my distinctive features and peculiarities.  At the time, it felt like some 20 year old guy had just punched me in the ugly face. When I saw it, I was less than impressed, verging on depressed.  He rolled it up and gave it to me. When I got home with it and unrolled it I saw that it wasn't quite dry when he rolled it up.  This made spots that looked like I had really large zits. Perfect.  

Flash forward......

This weekend we were at a picnic for my husband's work.  Guess who was there?  A caricature artist.  I felt like this was the perfect opportunity to stick my chest out and redeem myself.  I used my son as a way to get this done.  Not to say I didn't want him to have a caricature...I just didn't want to be the only grown woman sitting there getting her picture drawn. So you know I'll just hold the baby. Go ahead and draw me too.  Anyways, I told the guy Finn loved sports.  So he made him a basketball player.  I was happy to see that I was the cheerleader!! Yes you heard me...the cheerleader.   My distinctive feature is apparently still my choppers.  They are large. I get it.  My eyelashes have apparently moved up a notch because they looked great in the drawing.   Did the picture look like me? I don't think so.  I do feel it was much less grotesque than the previous one.