Smells like school spirit

Fall is in the air, with Hotlanta temps dipping into the frigid forties. Parents who've never lived north of the Mason-Dixon are bundling their children in heavy fleece for midday walks, and I am already getting nostalgic for my father's not-yet-alma-mater. (Not yet his mother? Does that mean dad is still embryonic? I hear that the fetal position is a common one for dissertating grad students, but he's the one trying to give birth to this thing, so I'm confused...)


As for me, I'm enjoying the fall weather...


If it looks like I'm not enjoying myself in this next photo... well, that look on my face is disappointment. I clearly asked Mom for a Mini Cooper for my six-month birthday, and this is what I got:

Finally, I had a strange experience in Los Bravos yesterday. I was smiling at an old couple at the next table -- I always smile at strangers. But then the man came over and gave me a dollar -- "put it in her baby book," he said. What would Miss Manners say? Is this a quaint Georgia custom that we're unaccustomed to? Or are the magaritas at Los Bravos just a little too strong?

--Maddie