This is not a drawing of Mr. Man — but I do love drawing him. My apartment is littered with doodles of his ridiculously wonderful face. My drawings of him are kind of junky and primitive, but I think they capture his specific brand of spunk. I recently texted a picture of Mr. Man that I had just drawn to a friend who asked if a small child had drawn it. He wasn’t being sassy, he was genuinely asking.

Anyway, there’s always this guy.