Elliott went out in the morning and saw some of the Tabaski festivites and came back in and said, "So. What else are we going to do today?" Like watching one thousand sheep slaughtered, butchered and spiked on sticks for roasting, on a street running with sheep blood isn't enough? Geesh, 14-year-olds are hard to entertain.
This is the "before" picture, for the after pictures, see my other post on Tabaski.
Today I gave Camille a new cute lightweight shirt (Kenzo in fact) and she said, "I could even wear it in...no I can't say it!"
Stefan said, "I hope we aren't moving to Africa. They have REALLY big bugs there." He also mentioned "Aggle-lators." Then yesterday riding in the car he said, "Does every state have a sun, or is there one sun bright enough for the whole world?"
I hate looking at the mess in the basement and thinking that I have to go through all of it and decide what to throw away and what to put in a box that I won't look through for two to four years or more. Ick.