Pictures + Parents = Pain

I was so excited over my little drawings yesterday that I ran to my parents with them. Because I'm five years old.

Conversation with my father..

Me: "See? Isn't it neat? I did it on the computer!"
Father: "Why's the nose so big?"
Me: "The nose isn't big."
Father: "It's too big."
Me: "The nose is fine."
Father: "No, the nose is too big. Why you make it so big?"
Me: "Ignore the nose! Look at the rest. Good, huh?"
Father: "It's good, but the nose.."
Me: "Enough with the nose! It's like the cheese all over again.. 'Try the cheese. The cheese is good. Eat the cheese.' You're obsessed!"
Father: "What does cheese have to do with the nose?"
Me: "I give up."
Father: "You should try this cheese I got. It's good."

Conversation with my mother...

Me: "See? I made it on the computer!"
Mom: "It's good."
Me: "...."
Mom: "Really good?"
Me: "Dad keeps going on about the nose being too big."
Mom: "Maybe that's how you see it.."
Me: "I did the portrait from a photograph! I didn't exaggerate the nose!"
Mom: "It's fine."
Me: "You were more excited over the portraits I made out of pistachio shells, the kitchen sponge and dental floss.."
Mom: "Hee! Those were so adorable! You were such a creative child."
Me: "...."

The moral of this story? Parent's are insane. And like cheese. A lot.