Dear Guardians of This Hopeful Doodler,
I see what your child has attempted here. They thought, “If I just repeat the same stripe six times, maybe Mrs. Pickens will mistake it for art.” Unfortunately, I wasn’t born yesterday, and neither were barcodes. This looks less like a drawing and more like the world’s saddest prison uniform trying to cosplay as a neck. The head perched on top? A triangle that got bored halfway through geometry class and decided to accessorize with gas station sunglasses. Bless your confused heart, the whole thing screams clip art escaped from a Word document circa 1998.
Now, if we’re pretending this was a lesson in patterns, then let’s at least learn something: patterns can create rhythm, balance, even movement. But when you repeat a single brush stroke with all the imagination of a broken typewriter, it doesn’t build a picture, it just builds a fence. And not even a good fence—the ki
