We went to The Great Pumpkin workshop at the BCM today.

Just me, Ana, and Deniz.

At the museum, we met this woman with her kid, Max. Max was wearing a pink jacket, but had rather short hair, so eventually I asked The Big Silly Question - um, is that him? Or...?

Oh, no, his mother says. "He's a boy, pink is just his favorite color, and we don't really care, it's not that important."

Max's parents rock.

Can I say that a little louder here? Because that sentence cheered me up considerably.

In *other* news, Ana and Deniz pull the same trick. If you ask them their favorite color, they'll go "Well, my favorite color is yellow (blue for Deniz), but also pinkandpurple." I take this to mean "I like yellow (blue) the most, but I'll say pink and purple as well just because", and isn't that a sad state of affairs for a child?

Looking at the ICs on your own support request is a bizarre and surreal experience.

Seriously.

And yet, I cannot tear my eyes away!

Let me not be guided by idiotic notions of loyalty, if they might lead to evil."

That's not a half-bad prayer.

I need that as a bumper sticker. I could use that as my new motto.

I'm unAmerican? Unpatriotic? Nope, I'm patriotic as they come - it's just that my integrity isn't guided by "idiotic notions of loyalty". Indeed, my notions of loyalty are quite intelligent :)

There's also some stuff going on at the CMOM I'd like to try out...

They've opened a new exhibit, so maybe I'll prefer it nowadays :)

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(Mind, the train ride is *insane*, so the odds of me heading up there regularly are slim indeed :)