Monica's Throne...

Little Monica, on her equally little stool. This day she teetered up the rocky path to our house with this little chair in tow and made herself comfortable in our doorway. This picture certainly doesn’t do justice to how adorable she looked. (On a side note, I cannot confirm that she hadn’t been drinking.) KP and I are convinced that Monica is a bit in love with her neighbor, Odek. He’s about the same age, and they go everywhere together. And if they’re not together, they always seem to be searching for one another. We sometimes narrate from afar their lovers’ quarrels and lengthy Lopit professions of devotion. (You’ve gotta keep yourself entertained somehow.) We eventually invited Monica and her stool inside, and Odek was quick to follow. Monica would look up at him from her stool with her big brown eyes and scoot over to the side, so he could sit with her. And he would. But I guess he’s a restless little fellow, because he kept getting back up. And that would throw the teeny loveseat’s balance all out of whack and nearly tip her to the floor, save that she would scoot back just in time. But then he’d come back. And she’d scoot over again. And he’d sit down. Pause. Get up. Monica again saves herself from toppling to the floor. (This might be some evidence for her sobriety, come to think of it.) Anyway, it was quite the spectacle.