A Mother's Touch

Years ago, before I met Katie and before I realized that looking good (decent shoes, attempted color coordination) were admirable goals, me, this other, older, Katie-less person, would've snorted at this picture. "Snort," I would've said. "Look at this kid who matches the pumpkins. Fah-REAK!"

Now, though, the smarter, slightly more stylish, certainly better shod me, marvels, marvels, at Katie's preternatural ability to coordinate this kid with everything. She's like "Heroes" meets "Queer Eye".