As promised yesterday, here is the first draft of one our Zach & Alli children’s books. It hasn’t been edited and is lacking an ending. The premise of these stories is here. I’ve included a colored version of the Zach drawing from yesterday. From here I will be working on shading and highlighting.
Hope you enjoy.
Before I go to sleep, Daddy brushes my teeth and Mommy reads me a story. Daddy used to read me the story but he was put on probation when he was caught in the act of skipping pages. He’s up for parole next week with a reading of the 3 Little pigs. Let’s hope all three pigs are present in the story this time.
When I go to sleep, my Daddy holds my hand. But then he passes gas and I can’t breathe. Even my brother Alli wakes up. He can’t talk but his face say’s enough. That’s when Mommy comes in and hold’s my hand instead.
When Mommy holds my hand, she sings. Her songs make me tired and I drift into dreamland. Daddy’s not allowed to sing anymore. He can’t remember most of the words and his break dancing keeps Alli and me awake.
When Daddy wakes up Alli, Mommy takes over but Alli’s up and he’s not sleepy anymore. So he pretends he’s a pro wrestler throwing his body against the side of his crib and tackling his pillows.
Since Alli can’t talk, I talk for him. I tell Mommy that he’s training for the big time. She tells me to go to sleep, but secretly I think she’s hoping he’ll turn pro one day. Maybe when he turns three.
Eventually I do go to sleep. And when I do, Mommy sneaks out and shuts the door – even though she knows I like it open. I usually lay there for an hour or two, let my parents get comfy in there bed, and then reopen the door – and leave.
I usually just crawl into their bed with them, but sometimes I like to let them know that I’m coming and so I yell through their door, “Mommy, you in der?” If I wake up Alli, Daddy’s got to go referee the match. I keep his spot on the bed warm for him.
When I go to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed, I sleep in the middle. Daddy must like my feet though because every morning I wake up and they’re in his face. He must move them in the middle of the night. Mommy moves both my arms towards her, but then she scooches over and sleeps with one leg and one arm on the floor. She must think it’s comfortable?
When I get up from sleep I play with my quietest toys, but sometimes I like to gently wake everyone up with a song of my drum. They like it so much they scream with happiness.
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