Pure blue light

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.”