seen here, preening his fast-growing white feathers, is losing his pink. emma still loves him.
daddy not so much.
he (andy, not daddy) is still living in our spare bathroom. he has graduated to rice instead of chickmeal, and still fighting/playing with his imaginary friend in the mirror. sad, really.
he still jumps into people's laps when they use the toilet.
i find this funny.
people not so much.
ah, life.
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