Sunday, November 11, 2012


Purple people eater. Ichabod did it

When we were small, Dad used to lean over surreptitiously, while we were engrossed in something else, and tug on a lock of hair.  In the case of my sister S-2, he'd pull on one of her pigtails.  When we'd whip around, he'd be looking the other way with his face impassive.

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