Well, my husband is something from the gorgeous month of October. The story his mom tells is that when he was a very little boy, and people would ask when his birthday was, he would answer in the cutest little voice, "When it gets n'ocked over." Now, when we refer to something happening in the tenth month, we say, "When it gets n'October." Kids say the darnedest! This drawing was done almost entirely with cheap, "kiddie" markers and colored pencils.