D's morning expedition included a walk over the bridge and past Lick-ity Split. We were reminded of D's excellent memory when he demanded "blue ice cream water," (blue raspberry slush) which he has neither had nor discussed since Dada's birthday. Alas, they were closed.

Revelation numero dos? Feeding ducks + down allergy = rashy rashy!

Revelation numero tres? I googled "numero dos" just now to see if I was spelling it correctly and discovered this, written and directed by the titular Bride in Steve Martin's Father of the Bride. Just . . .  ew!