The Twins' show and tell letter this week was 'K.' The Younger Twin in all her brilliance thought 'Cable' was spelled with a "K" (we're still in the phonics stage of learning) and wanted to take the cat for her "K" item. Well since 'kitten' starts with a "K," the Maternal Grandfather took Cable to kindergarten. After all the love, affection, and attention that a room full of 5 year olds can give, the poor thing was worn out and slept all afternoon.
While my cat was off being the star of the day, I was at the Dixon here in Memphis. The Babar exhibit was bad. I had expected scenes of Babar from the books. What they had was bad rip-offs of good art where Elephants stood in for the real figures and were in pastel or bright colors no matter what the artist's pallet was. For example, Rembrandt's picture lacked the light/dark contrast and shadows; Titian's image looked nothing like the original glowing figures. I was the only one who appeared outraged about this heresy. No one was interested in my mock-lectures about the real art.