Ladies and gentlemen, we've got 'em. C is delighted. I think he was beginning to think we would have to get her tiny dentures.
Just to be different, Z decided to have the top ones arrive first. They just showed up yesterday, and various family members have already called her "Cletus,""Bucky," and "Kukla." (I'll let you figure out the generational divide on that one.) Halloween being just around the corner, and us being the kind of ignoramuses that we are, we briefly entertained the idea of going for the "most offensive costume" award by dressing Z as a caricature from a WWII propaganda poster, a la Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Very briefly, indeed.
