The Circle of Life
It’s a tradition passed down from generation to generation, stretching back into the murky mists of time. And now, we are passing the torch to a new generation.
My progeny has generated her first crayon-based pre-impressionistic “birthday card” for my father. Even now, her rendition of, uh, “kangaroos on the savannah” (or was it “we take a walk in the park”? “ice cream”?) is gracing the ancestral refrigerator.
[sadly, no, I didn't get a photo...]
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January 16th, 2012 at 3:46 pm
gung-gung will take a picture when he gets home. it’s already on the refrigerator.