Back at Q-Mart (Quakertown Farmer's Market). It's nice to buy your children COOKIES that are BIGGER than their HEADS.


Barbie's Tragedy.


Rollerblades. Cup full of acorns.



...and on our best mornings...







You can't bottle up Youth for later, so you might as well use it up when you're young. Parents on the other hand are always bottling up more Old. Why can't we just meet in the middle and rub off on each other. You know, like putting a carton of ice cream in the same bag as a hot lasagna -- they would meet in the middle and just be warm. What would this house be like if we were all "warm" and neither too young or too old? It would be more dull than spit.






Late summer = great walks.


Playdough waffles anyone?