While folding laundry just now, started thinking about the decoish movie theater near my house when I was a kid, how they had a small number of ads they always played, 'Bain de Soleil for the St. Tropez tan', amazing, beautiful gibberish when you're six. Also:

What makes a house kind of special?
Good friends walking through the door.
Flowers blooming in the springtime.
Little children playing on a Buddy Allen floor.

I thought the Stormtroopers were robots. I was six.

Just watched a stray dog eat the bits of cake I managed to get P away from.