Trader Joe's Was Closed, So We Blew Off Groceries and Ate Our Way Through a Peet's Gift Card
She had brought a book and drawing supplies...
...but he had been at ceramics camp all morning, and she was tired of playing on her own.
She was laughing so hard that her stomach muscles hurt, prompting me to say, "Well, you know, the BEST sort of laughter is the kind that results in a sore stomach. And projectile vomiting. Onto your big brother's hat, thus removing it from his daily wardrobe rotation." This was perhaps not the thing to say to calm everybody down.