A few days ago, I came home from work and found this odd/inexplicable assortment of magnetic letters lying on our dining-room table.
Because I have yet to learn better, I asked who it’d come from. And what it was.
James (the Fifth Son) piped up from behind me, a slight exasperation matter-of-factly hidden under his “Be Patient With Dad” voice:
“I made it, Papa. It’s Square M plus Bunny.”
I…cannot argue with that. It is, in fact, Square M plus Bunny.
Attribution(s): I made this. And so did James.