Okay, okay, my sister, Anna, reminded me this morning that it's been almost a week since I posted anything on my blog. My mother then told me I shouldn't be in bondage to it. If you don't have anything to say, don't talk, right? That gave me the perfect opportunity to use on Anna an insulting phrase that we resurrected from old literature: "A pox on you!" Nevertheless, she was undaunted and must have given up on me coming up with anything today, so she just emailed me these fantastic pictures of Seth. I feel sorry for people who don't have a brother like this. Don't you wish you had a pipe-cleaner goatee?