Après-midi d'Hank
So Hank now wears a Parkdalian sweater.
Mostly Hank did his usual stuff, lounging on the sofa ...
... lounging by the balcony door, with his stuffed chipmunk and mouse.
Laura came over. "Is this dangerous?" she asked, as Hank stood on the edge of the chair overlooking the stairs.
We ate brussels sprouts.
Which was a pre-antidote to the donuts that I DID NOT request.
I don't know what possessed him to sit still on the edge of shadow here. He finds the room chilly, but bright? Why wouldn't he just wear sunglasses?
And then he laid back down on the sofa and made a series of adorable faces.
Goodnight Hank. For the 100th time today, goodnight.
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