My younger child, En-Uk - a high-schooler now - wants to be an artist, so he recently sketched me, as you see above, and I think he caught quite well my misanthropic white male gaze - along with a dash of Cherokee.
I told him that my ear looks strange. He said that's what my ear really looks like.
I'd ask him why his name is emerging from my head, but he'd just ask if I'd rather have it emerging from my loins, and no, I suppose I wouldn't want that . . .