Nomads

Emma and I started going through our history book this morning. Drawing a cave painting evolved into playing nomadic family. So here is Zinda and King Cat in front of Zinda's fabulous cave painting. My name is Lanka (Zinda's mom) and we collected nuts and berries this morning. (Don't think for a moment that that's Pocahantis because it's not.) Now she's singing a long nomadic ballad ("I have a bad feeling about someone named Ick.... let's just go and fight them all... fight them all... fight them all..." I hate to tell her, but that cat looks a bit docile to be taking on Ick.)