Today Little Z and I lay underneath the giant Maple Tree and watched the leaves fall on us (her idea). She calls it "the Tree House," I think because it's as big as a house- or maybe because it covers the front yard like a roof. It was a good idea. Very relaxing.
Unfortunately, right now she is screaming at me. Over nothing. Such is a three year old.
Mercurial little buggers, aren't they?
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