Grace has always drawn weird things, and I have loved them all, but this is my clear favorite. It's her "when she was still in my tummy." Now let's just assume I'm wearing mittens and toe shoes, and that I don't have penis limbs. Anyway, I was impressed when she told me "to look at how huge your heart is because I love you so much." I hope that's how she really sees me. I wish I saw myself that way. I see her that way, but there are few adults I see that way -- as having huge hearts. People are jaded and ultra conscious. I am when I'm afraid. I sound like a simpleton, I know, but it would be nice if we could see each other the way children do, with huge hearts and the benefit of the doubt. Scotty had his first day of school yesterday. He belly-crawled under the dollhouse table, shimmied the length of the radiator continued under the teachers' table, between their legs because they were both seated, past the snack table, and rose to all fours at the slide, made it to his knees and eventually stood before I realized he was following a boxelder beatle the entire time. Pretty things are small. (I'm listening to "You Still Believe in Me" from Pet Sounds, Vocals only).