As a gift to commemorate her birth, Sed's grandma sent Avery this watercolor.



It's called "Let's Have a Party," and it's currently hanging in our dining room because, face it, a row of pears is not exactly child's-bedroom couture. (It is Avery's painting, however, and we've promised Great-Grandma that she can take it with her when she leaves our house. Just want to clarify that in case we get accused of trying to claim it.)

Tonight, after dinner, Sed got to examining the painting, and asked the pressing question:

"What makes pears a party?"

"Well," I suggested, my random off-the-cuff rambling getting the better of me, "maybe she's going for the subtle homophone. 'Pear' can also be like 'pair,' like a couple, and a bunch of pairs coming together could be a swinger's group. You know, the curved ends bumping together and all that. If you get what I mean."

Sed could only stare open-mouthed as she took in the implications.

"You're never going to look at that painting the same way again, are you?"