Claire is eerily like me. She asked for her treat after dinner tonight. Daddy asked what she wanted and she told him to pick something. He presented something (a nice something) and she said "Good try, but take that back. Bring me the other one." She is still planning to rule the world.
Hannah is in love with the bus. Her group is not really in full summer camp but they get to do water play two days a week at school and they have 8 field trips spread throughout the summer where they get to join the older kids, and they ride the school's bus to get there. From the first step on the bus, Hannah has been over the moon. The morning after her first trip, her first words of the day, spoken with her face up close and set to max intensity and her eyes locked to mine, were "go bus." She has said it every day since then, innumerable times. If she is introduced to someone, she says "go bus." If I offer her the phone she says "go bus." I am pretty sure she is dreaming of the bus. "Hannah go bus. Car-car go bus. Mommy go bus. Daddy go bus." Sometimes she gets hit with a wave of glee and jumps in the air while her arms flap about as she squeals "B bus!"
The girls tackled Mars.
I am, despite my new haircut, which is indeed cute,