Last night a very friendly neighbor, and yes, very Mormon neighbor, stopped by to introduce herself and drop off a loaf of freshly baked banana bread. Marlo came running to see who it was, and when asked her name she mumbled, “MarloArmstrongIris.”
I translated, and then the neighbor commented that she has never seen such deep blue eyes.
“I have blue eyes and Leta has green eyes and I have blue eyes,” Marlo said.
Before the neighbor could agree Marlo continued, “And Leta has green eyes. But I don’t. I have blue eyes. See? My eyes are blue. But Leta’s are green.”
“Is Leta one of your other children?” the neighbor asked me.
“Yes,” I answered. “And you’ll never guess what what color her eyes are.”
