From the children’s section at Bloomingdales:

This weekend I wrote a 600-word scene about this guy:

In the scene, he saves a puppy and gets run over by a truck. Then he has to go to school with parts of his robotic brain poking through his scalp, which is a problem for him, because nobody’s supposed to know he’s a robot. His teacher’s strict no-hats-in-class policy complicates things.

Also, I can’t draw feet. (This is a prose project, but I’m drawing the characters for my own use and amusement.)

That is all.