I had a very productive work session with BK this afternoon, on the play. We moved scenes around and deleted extraneous dialogue to give the piece more zip and verve. Then alet came by with her 4-year-old daughter Lucy of the Dirty Cowboy Boots. She scrambled over the yellow velvet couch with said boots, until I removed them, while Mommy tried to concetrate on the song from BRAIN. It's gonna be great! The song, not the couch... no, seriously, Alet and Lucy went out to the car to get HandiWipes and fixed the couch.
Then Bruce and I had a bit of dinner - he ordered a really wonderful-smelling pasta and scrambled eggs dish. Yes, scrambled eggs. And a salad. I had a salad and water with lemon. That boy's clothes just hang off his lanky frame, I tell ya. Somebody needs to take him shopping for some smaller clothes - he looks positively ENGULFED in denim and cotton jersey. Still, must be very comfortable...