Geneva, tell me about your day.

"Maya up and down and ride the bike. A back up and down. Down, Maya bonk and down and head and down. Head Maya down. Mama turtles in water. Rock. Play out that. Home. Dog bark. I loves Dada, Maya, my Dada."





For anyone needing translation, Geneva, Maya and I spent the morning coloring and then took a bike trip to the Children's Museum. Maya took a swan dive into a chair and Geneva was extremely concerned. Maya recovered, but has an enormous purple bruise to show for it. We looked at the turtles (real) and the snakes (pretend), took turns behind the counter at the general store, then headed outside for a picnic lunch. It was a fabulous day.

Shouldn't all days end like this?