And so I began weaving a remarkably brilliant tale of a bully of a T. Rex who grows bored terrorizing everyone in his jungle and ventures out into the desert to find new victims, only to be humbled by the severe place and then saved by a rattlesnake.
Just as I was wrapping up Act Two and about to launch into the final stretch, Declan interrupted me and said, "Ok Dad, you can say, 'The End' now."
Fine then.
The end.
Some pics. Declan finally let me cut his hair:
Hat Day at school:
Elsie's new favorite thing to do. Which she does, with great springing energy, when you least expect it:
One weekend, while Amy was at yoga I took them on the ferry to Norfolk. They both look serious in this photo, but they had a great time. Elsie was accosted by a group of Latinas who, when one put out her arms to hug and Elsie ran to her, scooped her up and gave her a thousand hugs, much to her delight.
Elsie being generally cute, playing in the front yard and pointing out giraffes and sitting on a monster turtle at the zoo:
Yesterday, Steve and Stephenson took us fishing and Declan caught his first fish, a croaker. They croak by the way. Literally. Like a frog. Hence the name. Who knew.
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