Fuchsia Flash, to be precise. Pictures soon, I promise. Also because my hair is very, very awesome, thanks to Kateri.
Now, a story that could only happen at Casa Leery Polyp:
The setting: Saturday night dinner table. Supper is pasta with meat sauce. All are eating happily.
Sophia: I want cheese on mine!
Joanna: I'm sorry, we're out of cheese. But actually I wanted to talk about that. We're going to be eating a special way called "kosher," that's just for Jewish people! (Ed. note -- we are all very high on being Jewish that day, as have just come from family Purim celebration with makeup and tutus.) We will eat milk things like cheese and yogurt, and meat things, but not at the same time. Blah blah blah pork shrimp too.
Sean: It's special, like Shabbat! (Ed. note -- Also big selling point.)
Sophia: And we will not have shrimp! Or fish sticks!
Joanna: Fish sticks are okay. And the fish on the ice at the store. But not the ones in shells.
Sophia: Yes! Not the clamshell ones!!! (Very excited to have figured it out.)
Joanna: So we will eat meat sauce but not meat sauce and cheese. We will not eat yogurt and chicken sausage together...
Sophia: And the coming-out-of-the-vagina-baby's-born! Will just have strawberries!
Sean: The...what now?
Joanna: Oh, wait. You mean the placenta.
Sophia: (beams) It will not have milk in the shake! Only strawberries!
Joanna: Um. Well. Sure! Why not?
Sean: It is meat. Human meat.
Joanna: I'm pretty sure that's not covered in the Talmud.