(Dis) R-E-S-P-E-C-T

So we had some visitors today. Gavant came by to say hello and it's always good to see him. I'm pretty sure he's French or something with that name... or at least most times he looks like he's had a few too many glasses of some good French wine.

And then Wendy walked in and all helk broke loose. She played a little peek-a-boo and Mae wouldn't let her go too far without a big hug.

And then, out of nowhere, Wendy's Grandma called Mabel a nasty name... something about the sun and what sounded like a witch. I've told her in the past she should probably watch her step but she wouldn't listen. Took it a bit too far and, well, let's just say if you cross Mae the wrong way she doesn't care how old you are, you can throw that whole "respect for your elders" gig out the window.

So there was a little tussle, an arm drag by Mae... and well...

Grandma looked like she got run over by a reindeer.

EDITOR IN CHIEF NOTE: Okay, so this is probably going to blow your mind but those aren't real people. Those are actually puppets. I know, right? But it's true. My best friend Stacey is a professional puppeteer and she wrote and performs a puppet comedy show here in Chicago and brings them over from time to time. But keep that our little secret and don't tell Mae.