“They” say our children are always watching us.

Obviously I must dress fancy and sip from a martini glass on a regular basis.  I was immediately recognizable.

Things could be worse.

*For those of you (cough! Mama Syd. cough!) who will try to find the innocence in this portrait by claiming it must surely be a wand or something, let me clarify.  She asked if I had seen the drawing of me on the board.  Affirmative.  “Did you see your fancy drink glass?  For your special drink?”  I really wasn’t offended or stunned or embarrassed I was just flattered by my hair.