
Maybe he isn't as much unexpected as unwelcome. He has invaded my entire head.
I've napped twice today hoping he'd take the hint and leave.
And he wasn't even gracious enough to arrive with a bottle of wine like any other well-meaning guest would.
I love them. They're about 2 inches tall and a beautiful reminder of where I'm spending my retirement money. 
I chose this picture of The Kid this morning because a) his ear is so darn cute and b) it's 20-something degrees outside and I know my son would much rather spend his day in shorts playing with his chalk on the front sidewalk than bundling up in a bulky, winter coat. I don't like the cold. I won't play outside in the cold. And you can't make me.