Ampa, Bobwa and Wo

Finally, sunshine. Mummy Plotnik keeps her house really hot but nothing like her poor, very ill neighbor Beanie, down the street, where Plot and Mummy P. walked yesterday. Plot checked the thermostat in Beanie's house and it was set at 84, and the poor woman was cold. Next to that, it's positively balmy at Mummy P's.

Plot and Duck baby-sat Big Mouth Isabella last night. It was a total gas. She has a million words now, many of which sound roughly the same, but her parents can understand them and Plot and Duck are getting really good at it too. Plot is still "Ampa" and sometimes "Bampa" and Duck is "Bob-wa" and Mummy P (whose real name is Rose) is "Wo."

Punky-D and 5H have a beautiful photo from their wedding, Plotnik's favorite photo in the world, maybe. It shows Punky and 5Head dancing in the second line on the streets of New Orleans, on their Wedding Day, in their wedding clothes. Next to Punky is Mummy P, and next to Mummy P is Grandpa Chiefie. He still had two years to go, then. The looks on everyone's faces, as they dance down the street together, is pure bliss.

So Isabella walked up to that photo the other day. PD said: "Who is this?" and she looked at her Dad in the photo and said "Da-Dee." Then he said "Who is this?" and she looked at Mummy P in the photo and said "Wo!" Then he said "Who is this?" and she looked at The Chief in the photo. She thought awhile and said "Bye-Bye."

Ah, out of the mouths of Babes. Heading for LACMA today to walk through the American Art wing, home tomorrow.