Devil Girl

We went to a birthday party at the Fire Museum today. John thinks, since he had a birthday party there a couple of years ago, that the Fire Museum belongs to him. He gets a little pissy about other people using it. I've had to explain to him several times that the place is for everyone.

Then he and I went down to the Metal Museum for the last Rock and Romp of the year. I had a couple of beers and started writing huge letters and numbers on the concrete in front of the band. John and his new friend told me which letters and/or numbers to write next. His new friend was, of course, dressed up like a devil girl. This is no surprise, since I catch John browsing through my Coop book all the time.