But why are kids so bad at drawing?
This is from the youngest one, age 5. The boobs on my arms are supposed to be muscles.
I think she should be an artist for Konami's Silent Hill team when she grows up because that looks like something I'd facefist after it came up to me in a dark alley while vibrating and making seal noises (like those aborted dinosaur fetuses in the second game, I loved kicking those).
This is from the older one, age 6. They call me Batman because that's what I told them my name was when they met me. Kids aren't very smart because the real Batman doesn't live in an apartment in the Bay Area.
No idea why I'm driving a potato over fire. Maybe someone should teach her that human beings drive cars (also potatoes don't have wheels).
Now compare that to my self-portrait:
Granted, some of it is a little skewed because the huge poster sheet wouldn't fit in my scanner so I had to scan in different sections and then put them together in Paint. But I have to say mine's way better and more realistic.