This. This. This is what I’m talking about. Caught! Mister Baby Pants in the middle of *checking* my drawing progress. It’s all fun and games until someone starts waving their arms around like a wind turbine generator.
Seems that the only way to outsmart this dexterous little charmer is to simply grow my arms longer. Then the table could be even further away and I’d still be able to reach it…
…or I just give him a pencil and let him help. That should cut my production time in half, no?