You’re looking at only a tiny portion of the stash my kids brought home from the Utah Pride Parade. Chuck’s capable of handling the whole stash—it would cover his entire face and then some—but I wanted to leave room for the decorative feather that was handed to Marlo by a man dressed as a red peacock.
“What isth he wearing?!” she asked when he walked away.
“Sometimes, Marlo,” I explained, “you just want to dress up like a red peacock to show the world how you’re feeling. Today is that day for him.”