birthday

Leta is not known for her ebullient affection for animals — they have texture — but this morning when I asked if she’d be willing to have her photo taken with Chuck she exclaimed that it was the best idea ever, and instead of sitting next to him like I expected she would she wrapped her arms around him spontaneously. Oh, the blinding rush of potential birthday presents.

First came the dog, then the first born child. If I didn’t know any better I might think Chuck is actually enjoying what’s happening here. We all promise we won’t tell anyone, CHUCK.