I’m watching TV. Mo has fallen asleep in her chair. I look up. There’s a dinosaur sitting on top of the TV with a thimble on its head.
Why? Because she’s an artist. This is what she does.
I thank the art gods for the millionth time for allowing me to be part of her life. And then I steal one of her Klondike bars while she’s sleeping.
Because I like ice cream. This is what I do.