Thank you, Lala, for having such a wonderful day with Kina as Laurea and I bided our time uptown looking at old masters and smelling perfume and eating teppanyaki. We are glad that our tiny Brooklyn sherpa was here to escort you home from the playground. Sorry that she sometimes stands in front of the bathroom in pitch darkness to surprise you; she means well.
I have absolutely no idea what this week’s Parade is. I assume it is a garden. There are many hearts. For Lala, I presume.