We spent the morning driving around looking at homes for sale in our area. (Our landlords don’t want to sell, we found out this week). Lia, puzzled at used to window shopping at Target, not peering through the windows of bank-owned homes , says, “But how are we going to fit the house in our car?”
Amelie has learned to leap like a frog. She says, “Rib-BIP”.
And I found them in the back yard this evening waving cast-off Christmas tree branches and crowing, “Hosanna! Hosanna to the Son of David! Hosanna!”