hey, where did we go, days when the rains came...

We went to the hood's potluck and slip n slide extravaganza last night -- and Lucy scored a portrait of herself from the artist around the corner. It was a black-and-white lined drawing, which he happily told her to color. So later, sprawled across our filthy family room rug, she asks me, "Can I color my eyes blue?"

Whuh? I quickly judge that this is not a question of artistic freedom, of making the sky green and the grass blue. (After a year with the Unitarians, I say make it blue and eat it too!) Ununnhuh, next thing you know, I'm finding rhinoplasty in our Google cache.

"Uhhh, you COULD make your eyes blue. But why would you want to?"

"Because I like them better."

"Really??? Ha! I think brown eyes are beautiful."

Silence.

"Can I?"

"Fine, if you want to break my heart."

"Okay."