harriet
When I got home from work, Enzo gave me a big hug, and then dragged me into the living room to "sit with enzo" on the floor to draw with a pen he pulled from my pocket. Then we played bump in the road. I let me watch some bug movie while I warmed up some leftover curry.
Zoe helped Enzo eat a big dinner, and then we went for a walk down the block to return a jet that Enzo borrowed from Jack the other day. We bumped into this old woman who we see walking all the time. Enzo happened to say something about harriet. And it caught her attention, and she said - my name is harriet. We told her we had a boston terrier named harriet. And like every person over 70 I've ever met, she said - oh, I had a boston terrier when I was a child.
We went straight up to bath, and then some books before bed.
