At the airport Friday, Mary and I stalled by rumaging through the bookstore. We went back to the children's section and there was a display table of pig books. So we stood there in the middle of the children's section and she read If You Give a Pig a Pancake aloud. She has a wonderful reading voice. (Well, really, she has a wonderful voice in general.)

This somehow felt very relevent to me, but I realize now that perhaps nobody else cares. Ah well.

Done spamming now.