So sorry--too hot!

At bedtime, O has started using the table of contents from her Mother Goose book as a menu.

O: "You want 4 ado-cado rolls? 3 cucumber rolls?"
me: "Yes, please."
O: "No, it's too hot."
me: "How about some miso soup?"
O: "Oh, so sorry. Too hot!"
me: "What about edamame?"
O: "That's at the other house."
me: "Can you get some for me?"
O: "Oh, ok! Be right back." (She gets off the bed and does a whirlwind tour of the room, then returns.)
me: "Did you bring my edmame?"
O: "Oh, no. Too hot."
me: "How about some salad?"
O considers this. "No, too hot."
me: "Well, what can I have then?"
O: "Four ado-cado rolls. 3 cucumber rolls."
me: "OK, I'll have that!"
O: "That would be fabulous!"
me: "So, can you give me some?"
O: "No, too hot."
me: "Can I try them anyway?"
O: " OK, here you go."

She is prepared for her role as a waitress on Saturday Night Live.

Give me some ear muffs with that cowboy hat

I was taken by the Russian cowboy-firefighter-protestor look, but in order to share that moment of NY Times ogling, I had to copy and paste all four images. Where did he get that hat? And is it painted or papier-mached or...?

I have not yet included photos with this blog, and what better way to start than with four Moscow protestors?