Tuesday, November 22, 2016

on the road again

I am a terrible packer. It stresses me out to plan for specific contingency, so I end up just throwing everything in a bag and saying fuck it.

Which is how we bring 3 American Girl dolls and crock pots. Fuck it. 

At story time this week, the librarian read books about families and asked the kids to make family trees. On our way out Dorothy stopped at the circulation desk to get a stamp and very seriously told another librarian about her tree. 

"Who's Beatrix?" the librarian asked. 
"My sister dog," Dorothy said. 

Jack has inherited my packing skills. He packed 2 lunch box suitcases for his Pooh bear, one for shirts and one for pants:

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