Posted by Loulou on Sep 16, 2018 | 9 comments

Well, papa saw me surrounded by my bright duvet and said, “Loulou, you are the pistil in the red flower of your comforter,” whatever that means. And mama thought, “Hmm, is Loulou the pistil or the stamen?” Whatever that is. Anthros are weird.  I’m just sleepin’ here, mindin’ my own business. Duh. Hey, so what am I...