The painting behind the robots is actually by my grandmother, Ruth Porter, who is good at stuff like that.
The robots are my daughter's toys. Well, okay, one of them is my toy.
Having a kid just gives me an excuse to buy lots of cool toys. Last week, I bought a rubber chicken, and they didn't give me a bag, so I walked down the street in downtown Madison, carrying my new, big rubber chicken by its neck. I passed a lady carrying a plant. I smiled. She didn't.
I think it would be nice if the robot family would continue their vacation on to another of Grandma Ruth's paintings. What do you think?
