Through a slightly complicated series of events, June has acquired a little pocket-sized book of blessings.* Through a rather straightforward series of events (namely, swiping it from my bar shelf), June has a acquired a little pocket-sized book of cocktail recipes. They both perfectly match her Criteria for Totability, and as a consequence, she can often be seen traipsing through the house, humming some little ditty, with the two little compendia, one in each hand.**
I can only assume this means she will grow up to be a honky-tonk chanteuse, knowingly singing songs of both Saturday night revelry and Sunday morning regret.
* "Book of Blessings: 52 Graces from Around the World"
** An almost literal embodiment of that gag from old cartoons where an angel perched on one shoulder and a devil on the other (respectively) whisper virtuous and nefarious advice.