…that leads to my sister's place has a number of distracting branches. I usually manage to take a couple of them on my way to visit her and her family. Today was no exception.
My sister is darker than me; my niece is a scarily pale, blue-eyed, blonde six-month-old. I watched her squeal and blow raspberries all afternoon, but her drooling made more sense than almost any aspect of the hugely entertaining and completely implausible film I saw in the evening.