Only in *my* house - swear to God...
Computa has entered into a bit of a "wear funky tee shirts, paint your fingernails bizarre colors, do odd things to your hair" indie stage. She's twelve and while it all remains fairly benign, I am going with the flow at this point.
My folks are here for a bit, having done some follow up at the Mayo Clinic, and the following conversation happened out on the patio the other day...
Grandy: "Computa! That is such a darling shirt! I just love it!! The designs are so cheerful!"
Computa: *blink* "Uh - thanks."
Me: "Mom - those are skulls."
Grandy: "Skulls? No they're not..."
Me: "Really, Mom - they are. Look - skulls."
Grandy: "Well, they're happy skulls. I like them."
Computa and I simultaneously *blink*.
And then I started to laugh...
Happy skulls - who would have ever thought. So here you go - you tell me. Do they look happy to you??