One of Laurea’s most endearing qualities is her certainty that, someday, she will go to space. I have had many years to become accustomed to this plan, but Kina only learned about it yesterday, and let me tell you, she does not find this endearing.
Space is a very large destination, full of nothingness and devoid of cell-phone towers, so it’s a little tricky to pin down where basically anything up there is at any given time, if you are seven.
This difficulty in geolocation (when one has basically left the geo), coupled with a slight resurgence in separation anxiety, has led Kina to her recent ruling that no mommies shall go to space, no how. It’s just too hard to find your way home, and home is the most important thing to Kina right now.
Home and her earthbound mother.
Parade’s back for another exciting artistic adventure. Today, Kina and I played Exquisite Corpse, folding our paper into four parts while taking turns trying to guess what the preceding artist has put in their section (now hidden). Kina started with poop; I thought it was a collar. The rest followed naturally, and then we colored the whole thing in while cackling.
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