I love this picture. Gibson looking so amused and Boppy giving me the side-eye. He has become the purple cow maker and last night I even gave Gibson the choice between homemade ice cream and a purple cow and he chose the old, familiar favorite.
A ritual is a ritual and purple cows are deeply engrained into the spend-the-night experience at Mer and Bop's.
Gibson is an easy guest, willing to help with whatever needs doing, never complaining, happy to be here. He brought the book he's reading right now for me to read some of to him before bed. I can't even remember what the title was but it's a chapter book and I gave it my most dramatic performance.
I'm so sure he was impressed.
This morning after pancakes, all three of us did the Wordle. I love that kids are doing it too! Why not? He says that his class is allowed to do it at school during snack time if they want.
Last night Lily sent us all pictures of Maggie and Jason, dressed up for a father-daughter dance. Maggie had wanted a purple dress and Jason had looked and looked for one he thought would do and none seemed right and they all cost upwards of fifty dollars.
So, Lily went to Goodwill, found a white dress, bought some purple dye, and created this.
Here she is with her daddy.
I love that.
And I love that she can create her daughter a dream dress with thrift store finery, love, and Rit dye.
This is not to say that I do not hold my breath though, visualizing her slitting the blanket with her razor scythe claws to find my calves and slice them up. This morning she stayed in bed and stayed in bed and stayed in bed and I did not move her to make the bed until afternoon.
That cat is a fine example of the belief that it's only love if it hurts.
This is Lloyd where thankfully, we are not judged for our lawns or lack thereof, but where people do appreciate the sight of flowers and of chickens busily going about their business from one station of the cross to another in their routine of daily exploration whether for spiritual gain or simply to satisfy their appetites, I do not know. Perhaps for both. Chickens are curious and mysterious creatures, carrying the genes of dinosaurs within them and who am I to try and define that which has survived for eons?