27/365

27/365

LAMB: You were anxious to get out of the car and walk on the jetty in the rain, just so you could use your red umbrella. I agreed, on the condition that I could take some photos.

FOX: Upset that we wouldn’t let you hold the umbrella, you threw yourself down and started to scream. Completely obliviously to the fact that your real revenge was plonking your bottom, along your freshly laundered overalls, in a muddy puddle.