Sunday, June 19, 2011
Kewpie Doll, which I had been keeping as a talisman of wonderful medieval possibilities. She immediately named it Mr. Saint, in honor of the propitious day on which he was found, and the doll became the children's collective imaginary, not-so-imaginary friend. He gets in total trouble. He wreaks havoc. He dies in unbelievable ways (his daily bath in dishwashing liquid in especially treacherous). And he travels with us everywhere we go. That this tiny Kewpie Doll has not been lost in a house where I can't find my giant batch of keys most mornings is a testament to how they love him, and amazing. It made his sudden appearance (compliments of Oliver) in the first picture that I was taking of the Parthenon in Nashville a delight. Which was only fitting because the Parthenon in Nashville is AWESOME!