Museum

My Bear built me a museum today. Nobody has ever built me a museum. He was so proud of it too. He lead me by the hand from our living room, to the sunroom, making me swear I'd keep my eyes closed. He stood as tall has he could and with his arms sweeping the air he shouted "Ta-da!" Squirrel squealed with glee and swooped in to tear the museum down. This of course did not bode well.

So my museum found a home on the tea cart, next to the kalanchoe that I never water. I didn't even know that Bear knew the word museum.