Last night, three-year-old Sylvie and her father were having a bit of a disagreement about her dinner. She didn't want what was on offer and was suggesting a list of other items she might deign to eat instead. (I tend to cater to their whims; David thinks they should eat what's been set in front of them.)
David (frustrated): You should've grown up in MY house!
Sylvie (in the same frustrated tone of voice): I AM in your house!
Sylvie just set up our wooden manger scene, along with a couple of additions. Yes, that is Santa over to the side, resting in a pink high chair. Those are his boots (perhaps with his feet still inside them, which might be why he needs the special chair) over behind that lumpish sheep or ox. She says "They are having a party." I guess they kind of were.
Check out these photos of artist Ann Hamilton's gigantic swing installation at the Park Avenue Armory in New York. If I lived in New York I would so be there right now. That looks like one weird and wonderful way to relieve stress. There are a whole bunch of big swings hanging from the roof in this place, as well as that giant billowing curtain you see there. As the swings move, they make the curtain move. Apparently there are also radios wrapped up in paper bags strewn around. When you pick them up and listen, you can hear people reading.