Alex is a worshipper of a flying pig.
There’s a flying pig (Keith Jeff bought it and sorry about that but while I could remember that it was a family member I conflated who and mOm couldn’t remember either, sigh) tacked to the ceiling of the sunroom at Gadget House. He stared at it until his mother turned it on, and then gazed at it adoringly. Same thing this morning. He pointed his finger at it like Adam touching God on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. It was very funny.
He had his first trip to the butterly sanctuary yesterday and he loved it.
It’s wonderful being here.