Blaisey drew a roundish animal with fifteen legs, a stick figure inside it, and a triangle on its back.
I said, "What kind of animal is it?"
She said, "It's an animal with fifteen legs and an animal human inside its head."
"What kind of animal has fifteen legs and a human inside its head?"
"Uhm. Cow."
"How did the human get inside the cow's head?"
She scrunched her eyebrows together and shook her head. "Dad, how am I supposed to know that?"
Damnit, Dad, I'm an artist, not a bovinologist, it was as if she said. And, therefore, no, I did not bother asking what was up with the triangle on the cow's back. But, in similar fashion to the best works of Salvidor Dali, Blaisey's newest masterpiece does beg us all to consider: What kind of animal do you have inside your head?
Mine is a narwhal.
I said, "What kind of animal is it?"
She said, "It's an animal with fifteen legs and an animal human inside its head."
"What kind of animal has fifteen legs and a human inside its head?"
"Uhm. Cow."
"How did the human get inside the cow's head?"
She scrunched her eyebrows together and shook her head. "Dad, how am I supposed to know that?"
Damnit, Dad, I'm an artist, not a bovinologist, it was as if she said. And, therefore, no, I did not bother asking what was up with the triangle on the cow's back. But, in similar fashion to the best works of Salvidor Dali, Blaisey's newest masterpiece does beg us all to consider: What kind of animal do you have inside your head?
Mine is a narwhal.
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