A scrap of paper is lying on my bed. It is covered in drawings; lacking detail; rushed; doodles of stick figures. On one side of the piece of paper is a drawing titled "The Anti-Child-Mobile", with the label "Jeanne driving" and No Kids written on the side of the truck.
Looking at the paper, I remember that day at the zoo. The kerfuffle on the bus of children screaming and people talking. The drawing idea started with me writing we can talk like this on a piece of sketchbook paper, when Jeanne buried her head in her hands and sulked. I cheered her up by drawing drawing things like "The Anti-Child Mobile" and "Jeanne as a supervillain".
Looking back, that day is one of my fondest memories of Jeanne. I still have the paper I drew those silly doodles on.
