The boys are at camp for the week. No boys. No big kids. No helping hands. Well, I have helping hands. They just happen to be small and pudgy and covered in....wait, where did you get the chocolate chips?!?!? It's been fun.
Sarah has spent the last several days practicing washing her hands. I've walked into the kitchen several times to find the faucet running at full blast. No one in sight. She's smeared toothpaste all over the bathroom counter, smeared handsoap throughout her hair several times (mmmmm....pomegranate and grapefruit!) and rubbed sunscreen all over her hands. It seems every time I walk into the same room with her, Sarah starts muttering "Sorry, Mama," which makes me very nervous. I'm so glad she has an active conscience, but it delays discovering what she's apologizing for.
So, tomorrow's project is to drop the girls
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