Tutu for you ...

The Pista parents stopped by Duluth on their way from Park Rapids to Rochester today. This is a 2.5 hour detour that one can only assume means they believe any place with a lot of tall, cold weather-clime plant life is neighbors with similarly pined places.

I made it worth their while by letting them buy me lunch at Mexico Lindo.

I guess the highlight of today's visit was when they pulled up and my mom said "Huh. I never know WHAT you'll be wearing."

Tank top, skirt, leggings?
"Pixie," Pa Pista said.
"She's a pixie!" Ma Pista said. "You look like a pixie!"

And then my dad said later: "We just walked past three women all dressed like you, except wearing different colored tutus."

Couldn't you just squeeze their little cheeks?