shall I compare thee...?

"Mama, your hair looks like a dandelion."

"It does? Ah, thanks honey. That's very poetic of you!"  I don't often pride myself on my frizzy hair. "That's called a metaph—"

"Yeah, like when it's dying and about to blow away. With all those white and brown parts."

Thanks Jude.  

when a man gets down on one knee

Eating out after a splendid day of hiking the big dune on the Atlantic in France. 

The waiter got down on one knee to listen closer to CC as she complained about the lobster. Of course she was giggling a  little. And of course, he was young and handsome.

Mama, why is the waiter down on his knee and talking to CC like that?

Oh I don't know honey. To hear her better i think.

Is he making an engagement with her?

The trouble with you Buddhists...

A week at the lovely Plum Village in France. You weren't sure who Thich Nhat Hahn was, but when you saw his face all over the place, you smiled with glee and uttered with affection, as though meeting a kindred spirit: "monkey."

Nice for all of us to get loved up by the Sisters while attempting to practice mindfulness.

When neither of us adults could figure out how to get the industrial sized tp roll onto the holder (oh how we tried to yank the holder off the wall of our little cabin bathroom, but we could not figure it out to save our mindful minds), we defaulted to you, oh king of the Legos. In you walked to the bathroom, took one look at the thing and pulled it out on the first try. You even figured out how to insert the roll quicker than we could.

"The problem with you Buddhists Brothers and Sisters," you said, "is you're too darn gentle with everything."