B was giving "A very Bad Concert." his description, in the kitchen, I was making the pizza dough for tonight’s supper, when I lost my coffee. M was grinning at me, so of course I suspected a gag, but no, I had set it in the sink. I must be loosing my marbles.
A very friendly green and red blob just oozed up to my ankle for patting: M is one contented boy today.
Blobs grow up to become Energy Griffons; they also love babies. This one is lonely because K fell asleep finally, and is not available to play right now.
Oh, there goes the kitchen timer, the "Very Bad Concert," is almost over. He is up to the chromatic scales now.