Last night around sunset, Momma and I played along the water at Mission Bay while Daddy went to the OMBAC meeting. I was on the hunt for all things disgusting. I picked up troll hair (algae), dead crab legs, and bits of this and that I found along the way. She refused to carry them for me so I tucked them in my shoes and handed those to her to carry instead.
On the way home she cranked up some music on the radio as the sun set behind us over the water. We pretended to conduct the orchestra when I remembered, "This is Vivaldi!" Miss Johnson had played The Four Seasons for us in the classroom a few months ago. When we got home Momma let me listen to the remaining Summer, Autumn and Winter parts of the concerto.
