Mom is listening to Miles Davis in the living room and I'm in my room scribbling. It's a nice quiet afternoon. Slight breeze coming through my window. I put Muno on top of the curtain
so it doesn't blow into my face.
A few minutes later, mommy came in my room and sat down on the floor to see what
I was doing. Then I asked her:
I was doing. Then I asked her:
Me: Mommy, are you happy?
Mommy: Uh...yeah...? Are you happy?
Me: Yeah.
Mommy: What makes you happy?
Me: Flowers make me happy. Oh and lip balm, too.
Mommy: Oh okay.