This morning, I went to visit my friend Jen and her little girl, my faery goddaughter, Zoe. It was a great visit. Jen and I caught up, Zoe showed off her completely adorable new trick (giving kisses), I got the latest installment of my birthday desserts (for my birthday last year, Jen gave me six homemade desserts of my choosing, whenever I wanted them). Like I said, a great visit.
But perhaps my favorite part came while Zoe was going through some of her books, and Jen was telling me about some of the frustrations inherent in reading to a small human. There are the books where the only way to distinguish the animals is by color: dogs are brown, pigs are pink, elephants are grey, but they pretty much all look the same. There are the alphabet books that go for odd: "V is for vicuña." Okay, lions roar and cows moo, but what sort of noise does a vicuña make? Then Jen said, "Hey, Zoe, what does the zombie say?" Oh yes. Zoe is learning to shamble and say "BRAAAINS" when prompted. I love my friends.