Blossoms: Rhododendrons are blooming everywhere. There is a particularly pretty stretch of road near the Graduate College in Princeton that is lined with purple rhododendron bushes.

Orange and Black

On our walk yesterday afternoon, we stopped to visit with Miss Jean, who just returned from a week long visit to England. She brought back a few gifts for the kids. Stephen was thrilled with a kazoo, and quickly made himself a nuisance by playing it incessantly. Matthew glommed onto a wooden noisemaker that made a loud racket when twirled rapidly. He promptly klonked himself in the head with it. This morning he had a black and blue mark on his temple.

Tab was working on campus yesterday though he is back in NYC today and will be there tomorrow, too. We picked him up at his office yesterday evening after work. The annual uglification of Princeton University, otherwise known as Reunions, is in full swing: tents and wooden barricades are filling every open space. Garishly lighted signs indicate the gathering places of the returning classes and orange cones block some of the roads. The only thing missing yesterday were the swarms of potbellied alums in their hideous orange and black beer jackets and straw hats. (Image shamelessly lifted from the Princeton website.)

Well, in another week it will be over. The P-rade is this weekend and Commencement is Tuesday, and then all but the forlorn graduate students will be gone and the campus will become tranquil once again.

Conversation in the Car

Stephen: "There's a motorcycle! Motorcycle, motorcycle."

Daniel: "Stop it, Stephen."

Stephen: "Motorcycle."

Daniel: "Mama! Stephen won't stop saying 'motorcycle.' "

Me: "Well, so what? Why do you care if he says 'motorcycle'?"

Stephen: "Motorcycle."

Daniel: "Because he'll just keep saying it and saying it, like he did yesterday."

Stephen: "Motorcycle, motorcycle, motorcycle!"

Daniel: "Mama!"

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