Yesterday the girls discovered—who knows where—water balloons. Clearly begging to be filled with air. Youngest was frustrated with tying knots in the slippery things, and rather furious with me for being so accomplished at it. I told her it just took a lot of practice. Today—glossy pastel balloons all over the place, and I didn’t tie a single one. She’s left a trail all over the house.
If only all the trails we left behind us were this good.
When I straighten up the living room for teaching this afternoon I will leave this one in its place:
When I straighten up the living room for teaching this afternoon I will leave this one in its place:
