My kid sister called earlier to ask for some cooking advice. Since it was a simple matter, I was able to answer her with authority. My husband, however, on overhearing the conversation, commented: "she called you for cooking advice?"
At which point Squidette decided to rehearse for Halloween and pelted her father with stuffed cats.
On the coffee table, if you care, is a piece of Papa Squid's Halloween costume and my flower basket shawl. In the purple bottle is my "contact bug killer" aka 91% rubbing alcohol. The small blue bottle holds Squidette's current shade of nail polish. She and I are going to do orange and black nails for Halloween.