HB-RMJ

A big "Happy Birthday!" to Robert Michael tomorrow. And while I unsusscessfully tried to pick up a blond and handsome seven-foot Englishman (that's you Giles) for me him last night, I am sure I can find something equally atttractive and imported.

Like a bottle of silver tequila.

In honor of your aging Robert, I am posting some photos from Frauenfelder's Flickr photoset. Attening a function at his child's school, he saw on display various preschoolers' responses to the question:



Priceless, and a little scary.





And sweet in a weird way:



(Notice that the teacher transcribed the description of the dead kitten first as "spooky kitty" and corrected to "pooky kitty." I'm thinking that a dead kitty is a spooky kitty. I'm just sayin.