She asked me to take her picture

It was noon.  The worst time of day to take photos.  But then I remembered how her days living with us are numbered.  And that made me wonder how long she'll continue to ask.
So I obliged.

I think they are some of my favorites.  Ever.

Yes, that's blue hair. 

She's fearless that way.  In a smurf kind of way.  I doubt she knows who Papa Smurf is.  

Or dancing raisins.  

And she's dumbfounded about a club that only serves breakfast. 

"They were five total strangers, with nothing in common, meeting for the first time. A brain, a beauty, a jock, a rebel and a recluse. Before the day was over, they broke the rules. Bared their souls and touched each other in a way they never dreamed possible."

Anyone?  Anyone?

And I'm pretty dumbfounded that I could have had any tiny little part of creating her.