You’re a man of high position, esteemed by your peers. And when your little tykes are crying, you haven’t time to dry their tears… And see their thankful little faces smiling up at you… ‘Cause their dad, he always knows just what to do… You’ve got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone… Though childhood slips like sand through a sieve… And all too soon they’ve up and grown, and then they’ve flown… And it’s too late for you to give - just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down - medicine go dow-wown, medicine go down.
((Its my birthday! To celebrate I’m posting this picture of me and my muse, my baby Bert! I’ve been playing this guy for almost four years I think, I don’t know I don’t actually count. But yay! I’m older! Also I’m like a good half a foot shorter than Bert, so I’d like to point that out.))
A young Mary manages to drag Bert to one of her mothers dances for moral support (and as an excuse to be held by him…)
Well, considering I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler I don’t think this is too bad! I am quite proud actually! Except for the fact that Mary is some bizarre mash up of Cinderella and Anita from 101 Dalmatians and that their hair colours are completely wrong-as well as her dress, that’s the wrong colour (aiming for wine/burgundy), and I was too scared to put on the lace trim that I had envisioned. Oh and Bert may have one too many fingers… And don’t even get me started on the historical inaccuracies in their clothes-This is supposed to be late 1800s and Bert is wearing a dinner jacket and Mary’s dress is out of date by about two centuries… *sighs* so it’s pretty rubbish but I worked hard on it so ehhh!