I know I’ve said it before, but I love the stuff that Tom brings to the parenting table. Like a 7:30am jam session with the little orange amp. When I’m squirreled away in the bedroom, knee deep in finances I get to hear pre-school improv. Excellent.
Bonus photo of Neko and parrots, which, just so you know, we have agreed she may get a real one when she is 18. And thank goodness she has not solidified her grasp on the concept of time, since she will happily tell most strangers that Sally is a toy, but she will getting a real one when she is 18, as if that is just around the corner. I cross my fingers like a used car salesman, and hope this phase passes before she realizes the terms she has negotiated.