"I will put him in, Mommy!" Jake insisted. "Because I have special hands for handling B!"
Kris told me later that all the while Jake was stuffing B into the washer he was apologizing to the little scrap of blanket, saying, "B, I am sorry I can't go in there with you, but I am a person and I really can't get swirled around like that."
More random news: It finally rained today. Hoorah! And the Georgia asters are blooming--pure purple. I'm crazy about them. There are Halloween lights everywhere around Quincy, and our festive neighbors on Eighth Street have their red brick house decorated like a Victorian funeral parlor. The front porch is draped in black tulle, and on every window there's a black tulle wreath with a big purple bow. A life-size skeleton in a top hat greets visitors at the front door, and there's an open coffin the yard, with a party of dancing ghosts nearby.
The Happy Family: Elroy, Leroy, and Francie