As mentioned before, this author is not extremely observant in mundane situations, and definitely would not be able to tell the color of the metal polls in the kiddy playground. That changed after Curly and Blondie kept talking about red park as opposed to blue park or green park. What??? Well, Papi, it’s elemental, really: the name of the park is defined by the color of the polls that make up slides and other things usually found there; such naming, according to their grandfather, could only be done using pure logic of little children.
Recently, Beloved Sibling unearthed a couple of gorgeous shots of MBS taken at the approximate current age of MMM. “So, do you think these are the pictures of MMM?” “No, Mommy, it’s me!” “How do you know?” “I had more hair then MMM.” - Very logical, never mind a brilliant observation.
Recently, yours truly decided to re-introduce the gnomes to the beauties and enjoinment of local library (fantastic customer service and liberal control not withstanding). All went well till they realized that the borrowed materials, especially the very enjoyable cartoons, had to be returned. The explanations of the necessity of these actions took few tries and are still not entirely completed. And, few days ago, in the entirely natural progression, Blondie enquired as to whether or not I returned the “wedding” (video of his parents’ wedding which him and Older Sister looooove to watch) to the library. Pure, flawless logic!