My cat loved the tub.
Me at the Whitney Museum.
So, naturally, at 4 years old, I named her Tub-Tub. That day, I realized my lack of a way with words. So I turned to crayon drawings on my ceiling instead. Since then, “Tub-Tub” has remained my greatest copywriting invention. But, thankfully, my art skills have continued to improve. And I’m running with them instead.
Tub-tub
Sorry, Tub-Tub.