We didn't quite make it to the beach. Only as far as Charlotte's crown jewel, IKEA. Today's visit to our favorite Scandinavian Super Store isn't worth talking about at all exept for the moment when we shared a Lingonberry drink and Lucy and Hazel hogged the potato chips, Seth said, as serious as he has ever been,
"I want new sisters."
We finally made it home just in time to prescribe frozen yogurt for sore throats and a eucalyptus bath for shared sniffles before bed. After the "undesirable sisters" were tucked away snug, Seth, who has been staying up later, asked,
"Why do Santa and Jesus know everything?" He didn't let me delve too deeply into that before he was sidetracked listing off what he wants for Christmas: (I took note)
a toy lighthouse
a new scooter, like Lucy's, except it sparks
a gingerbread house kit
a toy speedboat
Then he drew a picture of the boat to show me what it looked like in his head.
We miss the Dad, but we're doing all right. If we can just change Seth's mind about his sisters.
This one didn't end up making the flight to Louisiana with her biggest fan. Hopefully, this means Dr. Gooch will have a true vacation (the kind you used to have before the kids came). You know.