at some point, we learned we were supposed to be sending oliver to school in velcro or slip on shoes. of course, we'd just finished buying three pairs of lace ups. we finally ordered some vans. too big. he decided he was wearing them today anyway and daddy wasn't stopping him. the school secretary told me this afternoon that they sang the new shoe song in honor. i'm wondering if that was a hint that they've been overly irritated by the converses. here they are during calisthenics.
bounce house envy at the 40th anniversary picnic.
about to vomit: dream cafe version.
sprouting peanuts. licking glass.
the moonvine during its best moon.
you tell me.