When my little brother Joey was about six years old, he was sent to "timeout" to think about something he'd done wrong. The thing he'd done wrong that day is now lost to family history, but my father recently unearthed the drawing it produced, and I wanted to share it with you, because it is Friday and because it is hilarious—if also very, very demented.
"HI, HOW ARE YOU DOING IN HELL," young Joe, still dependent on capital letters, wrote to my parents ("Ded" is for "Dede," my mother's name). "LOVE JOEY." They can't remember if he left it for them or if they found it later on, but my dad allows that he wondered at the time if maybe he was dealing with Satan's spawn.
Joey, for the record, is now 19. I am fairly certain he is not evil.