Exclaimed loudly, during a silent moment in church last weekend as I attempted to remove my "Little Chewie", Zane's new adopted nickname for himself, from the service:
"NO MOMMY! I NEED DADDY TO DRAW ME GENERAL GRIEVOUS!"
Well, my petite Chewbakka, refrain from squirming and squawking like the Wookiee you presume yourself to be, and your Dad will draw whatever you like.
He's completely hooked.
Next up . . . Zane's magnadoodle depictions of Jabba the Hutt.