Teddy, the bibliophile, brings me the Richard Scarry book a couple times a day demanding “Read it,” but now also points out all which characters everyone in our family is. Like today he said I was a rabbit father wearing a suit and fedora and pushing a baby carriage; Charlie was a pig firefighter with a colander on his head; MJ was a mouse raking in a field; and Teddy was a boy rabbit holding a red balloon.