Saturday. 7 am. The post-Thanksgiving down time.Aivy and I spend the morning at Ladybird Lake feeding the swans and talking about philosophy, religion, and politics. It was nice.
Calvin stared out the window and got all existential on us.
Soft focus. Spin the hair. If her hair were actually clean, I'd swear this was a Clairol ad.
And if Calvin had any teeth, he could probably sell some Aquafresh.Believe it or not, that sound is Calvin laughing while they wrestle. So they're not entirely peace-loving hippie kids. They are pretty normal. Mostly.
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