Despite her protests, we dressed her up for church this morning.
When she fell asleep as we were just about turning into the church
parking lot, we didn't have the heart to wake her. (Also, we were
really enjoying the quiet. We just were.)
So, we drove and drove and drove.
Here she is at Target, in her church clothes, gnawing a biscotti.
And, yes, that is biscotti mush on her forehead.
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