Pop is my grandfather on my mother’s side. Mom says we called him Pop because she called him Pop so Cate called him Pop and we followed suit. There was still no other Pop in our lineage when my kids came along, so I saw no reason to refer to him as anything other than Pop. Thus, my kids are the 3rd generation to refer to my mother’s father as Pop. Like many owners of a Y-chromosome, Pop was good at napping. Although he was very tall, he napped on a very short couch. His knees would hang over one arm rest and his head would rest on the other. I’m certain my father napped on the couch. He can nap anywhere. Here is Martin napping on the couch. Akiva doesn’t nap yet; he’s too young.
Iris needed encouragement to stay seated in order to focus on school work.
I got a kitten to hold her down.
I had to look it up: fashion models are required to look glum on the runway in order to avoid taking the focus away from the clothing they are wearing. In other words, perhaps if they smiled, they would look too beautiful for us to bother caring about their clothing. This doesn’t make much sense to me. Why hire those who have, ostensibly, the most perfect faces and then tell themβ “Go out there and knock ’em dead! βbut not too dead. We don’t want actual dead people, so look as average as possible.” Why not just hire average people and let them smile? In sum, I don’t buy it. I think there’s another reason they’re required to look glum, and I think I know what it is: glumness is currently in fashion. Smiles come and go! Here is a woodland setting with facially fashionable children. Uh, wait. Isn’t it fashionable for children to smile? Oops…