Kid Stuff.

Forgive me for this one. This will be painting with an extremely broad-brush. Like something the felon-in-chief might use to groom his cranial merkin. I’ve just spent a week with my daughter, S, my son-in-law, Ry, and my 4-year-old grandson, J, and my 18-month-old grandson, Ri. Not to mention their Loki -like Boston Terrier, T. This week of cacophony, of incomplete sentences, of a constant stream…