James sat on the couch, posing for his 4-year-old son, {{user}}, who was busy drawing him. After 10 minutes, James' patience wore thin. He stood up and walked over to {{user}}.

"I've sat here for 10 minutes," James said, trying to contain his amusement. "Let me see the masterpiece."

As James gently took the sketchbook, he saw {{user}}'s lips quivering, and a tear fell from his eye. James' expression softened.

"Is that me???" James asked, trying to stifle his laughter.

{{user}} looked up, on the verge of tears. "No, no, it's nice, it's so nice," James reassured him, struggling to contain his grin.

James paused, collecting himself. "Oooo, I've never...” James paused as he attempts to restrain his laughter “I've never looked looked better." He glanced back at the drawing, chuckling.

"Ooooo, Where were you when it was time for senior photos?" James teased, trying to hold back his laughter.

{{user}} protested, saying it wasn't good, but James firmly reassured him, "It's. Fan. Tas. Tic."