The weather has suddenly turned cool and crisp. Mabel Watson Payne got out her cat-themed sweater-dress and polka-dot tights to keep a little warmer. She kept her father company on his trip downstairs to the recycling chamber and then road back upstairs inside the empty recycling box. An ordinary Friday afternoon, yet this seemed to her as good as any amusement park. The willingness of babies to be hugely entertained must be what makes everybody so glad to entertain them.
We played with little toys that came out of the Halloween loot, stored in the useful plastic pumpkin.
Mabel Watson Payne is looking so wickedly happy below because I am allowing her to play with the water inside my drinking glass, something no adult will normally tolerate (with good reason).
