the kids are allright

I was cleaning out some clutter in my bedroom the other day, and I found this:

But wait, can you tell that it's currogated cardboard? And we need a reference point for scale, look:

Could you just die at this? It is my new favorite thing. I wish I could remember the circumstances under which it was received, or crawl inside my almost 17 year old boy's formerly little head for a glimpse of the idea formation, the execution, the delivery.

It's too awesome. I can't cope. 

Today's communication is more like: 

And as for his sister? It's more like:

and

and

I kind of like these people.