Life in Cold Cuts

Julia's nascent abecedarianism has reached the letter H, which she calls "ham," after the formula in one of her A-if-for books. This has led, over the last week, to her shouting, "Ham!" when she sees an H in public. She loves the white-H-on-blue-background signs for various hospitals, which are all the more exciting because we're often speeding by in the car. This morning, she almost fell out of her car seat when we pulled up under the giant facade at The Home Depot - "Ham! Hams! Hams!" If only there was a single store that sold both good prosciutto and room-darkening shades...