She came bounding down the stairs, declaring herself ready for music class.  At some point she tried to attach a tiara to the top of her head, but it wouldn’t stay on because her hair is too fine.  She loves to be fancy.

I came back in the door from teaching music class this morning, still sweaty and red-faced from the overwarm interior temperature there.  I peeled Mr. Trouble on Two Feet out of his jacket, and turned on the stove to heat up a pot of water to cook noodles.  I walked…