The Girls are back in town. So I did what every Dad does when he picks up his family:
I dressed up as a clown.
Because I’m an older parent with zero shame, and I told her I would embarrass her.
Mission Accomplished.
Upon sight, BW laughed and laughed and laughed for a good five minutes straight, and then we asked a friendly stranger for a photo of us all together.
A few things I have noticed since they are back:
- they sure are noisy
- the child has learned to talk a lot but now it’s in Spanish so I can’t understand her. I am not sure how I feel about this.
- the child grew.
- it got busy here.
I missed the busy, and I am not clowning around. :)
Until next time,
TH and Co.