Now that I have human children, though, there is feedback on my momming. Dogs and Barbies usually keep their critiques quiet, making them excellent subjects on which to practice your parenting, BTW. Homo sapiens, they use their words.
In his recent Kindergarten project--a book called My Mother--Toe has revealed the me he sees through his eyes:
Favorite Sport: "Soccer"
My Mom and I Like to: "Play Xbox Crimson Skies" (and when he says "play," what he really means is "argue over whether or not she will crush the game disc under her shoe if I ask for it one more time)
Age: "29 years" (no, seriously)
Word to Describe My Mom: "nice" (aw...)
Favorite Color: "purple" (not on your life, Prince)
Favorite Food: "salad" (he's asleep when I drink all the beer and eat the poutine)
My hair--as-above--is always blue. Apparently I have no eyes, but do possess an incredibly large mouth to compensate. In most cases I am a triangle equipped with canoe-like feet or angel wings, sometimes holding a flower. In one I am just an assemblage of sticks projecting a singularly large boot making contact with what is either a ball or (perhaps) a child's very rounded buttocks. My ears poke out of my staticky long hair akimbo--they are bigger than my feet. I only have four fingers. Total.
Forgive it all, though, because on the last page is a drawing of Anula holding Tovi's hand. He is leaning on her, hard, and she appears to supporting his full weight as she smiles off the page and out into the audience of all humanity.