the streets were quiet as many folk were away and all the stores were closed.
sadly cc's pa still had to work, so for us it was a typical monday.
cc rode on his pa's shoulders downtown where we bade him farewell at his studios.
in the shade of a willow tree in the park, cc and I settled down to read his treasured 'a balloon for a blunderbuss' storybook.
then he dug for worms with his wooden train and I thumbed through the first memories issue of the lovely vestoj magazine.
the afternoon was filled with home repairs, spray painting a blackboard wall for cc, and cutting out fragile sepia ancestors for a future collage.
cc's words of the moment are topp topp, moos - for moose, and cuds cuds - for when the little mister is in need of a cuddle.