|friendly spikes - rounded points to inspire fear, rather than draw blood|
I showed up with them this weekend, and in mere minutes, pointy, pointy spikes were all over her favorite sweater. For the rest of the post, please, marvel at how pointy they are.
I also taught her how to 'rock on', which eventually lead to a discussion of anarchy and various other symbols. The sweater remains anarchy -free.
One way or the other - I like to think the days of people patting her on the shoulder are over. Because this is a lady who says 'hell no!' to the dementia of other people who can't seem to remember to keep their hands to themselves