“What would you even do with a hammock at this time of year?” I ask my kid who seems surprised when I suggest we might wait until the summer to get one… despite everywhere being wet around us.
“A slingshot. For pineapples,” the child informs me.
Notes I wrote myself at 3am:
—ten and seven are the factors of Steven
—what if Ariel grows into the sea witch??? Continue reading “Nonsense of Various Types”