I have seen the art of my stupid counterpart. The proportion's wrong. Every line unsure, the erased marks like a sore thumb swelling and cumbersome. Still, the prints get made. Though I really wanna say that I've got her beat, I never speak. When a playdate ends, do you call your other friends or do you go home? Do you lock your door? Do you lay down on your carpet counting threads 'til you get to one? Once you've sat with kids, it's so hard to leave their table for the kids full grown. And my, I’ve grown some very big teeth.