We're watching an episode of Bob Ross's The Joy of Painting as we eat dinner, something we do occasionally since it's the rare show all eight (!) of us can agree on. And when it's been an especially hectic or fraught day for some reason, it has a delightful calming effect on us all, even as it spurs non-stop commentary.
Ol' Bob starts painting some happy little trees, as seen from a distance—it's at about 13:30, for those who require visual aids—in his Bob Rossian way.
The Brawn is fascinated. "Is that what grass looks like?" he asks, awe-struck.
Now that I think about it, his lack of familiarity with the substance in question may be less a question of his location and the historic drought and more a commentary on my own personal landscaping abilities.
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