Due to his father’s strange adventure on the Judge Judy show and a visit to my father’s house for Thanksgiving, Declan has made his way to Los Angeles and Manhattan at the grand old age of six months.
He’s wandered through the Getty Center, MOMA and even The Aldrich in Connecticut.
Suffice to say, he has an appreciation for minimalist and abstract painting that his father and I may never develop.
He shrieks with joy when he sees bright orange or yellow.
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