This morning I woke up to the sound of Flufferella sobbing. I opened her bedroom door to find her sitting up in bed with tears streaming down her face and a the remains of a shredded card beside her.
She had put her tooth out with a note asking Annabelinda, her personal tooth fairy, whether she could call her Anne. The toothfairy had apparently taken her tooth, left nothing, and not answered the note which Fluffy had summarily torn to pieces in a fit of temper.
Kent came in to investigate and after much searching found a couple packs of sugarfree gum and some sugarfree Duo mints (that Kent often buys for himself) under the pillow that Salty had been sleeping on. All was well! Salty even apologized for stealing the toothfairy gifts.
What kind of a parent would blame one of their children for stealing when a toothfairy falls down on her duties? Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Kent Kemeny, master of quick thinking.
And here we all are at Roosevelt Island. I love this park/island/monument, but it always makes me a little sad. Budget cuts have kept the enormous system of fountains at the actual monument dry for years, and the stream of planes coming into Reagan National are a constant reminder that the city throbs all around this tiny oasis.
Oh, and we spotted this duck with her 15 babies. It’s impressive, but she’s going to need several more kids if she wants her own reality show.