When I was a young father and my child was a toddler, something often happened after her bath. Her mother would swaddle our child in a towel and call out “Is the Bundle Receiver ready?” and I would answer “READY. Where’s…BUNDLE?”

My child, looking a little like a nomad. would walk into the living room. “HERE’s Bundle!” she would chirp.

“WHAT is your Pleasure, Bundle?”

“TWIRL.”

“Is…Butt…adequately covered?” At this, she would do a quick about-face and reveal that her hindquarters were, indeed, covered.

“Very well. I shall SCOOP you UP.” And I would sweep her off her feet into my arms and, slowly at first, spin around, and as I went faster and faster, I would say “OooooooooooohhhhhHHHHHH…..WHEEEEEEEEEEEeeee…” until I had gone as fast as Safety would allow. She would be giggling like crazy. I would slow, slow some more, and then stop, much in the manner of a Merry-Go-Round. Then I’d carefully set her on her feet and we would both wander in a dizzy slight stupor.

Naturally, when the Inktober prompt turned up Dizzy, I thought of this cherished father-daughter ritual, and the page practically drew itself.