I am still a bit too overwhelmed myself to give any real information, but simply put, the Smoop has come back with henna-decorated hands, tons of pictures, some Tanzanian art, a metric butt-load of memories, and as bad a case of wanderlust as her mom has ever had. Today, I played hookie so I could take her on some errands, during which she and I got Bleeker shorts, flip-flops, and other accessories, but even more thrillingly for the Pooper, I let her hear me utter the phrase, “I want to go to the mall.” As soon as I said it, I called attention to it so she wouldn’t ever ask to hear it again, but she had already gone catatonic with shock.
Just Kristin
… a gentil harlot and a kynde.
You must bring the “Smoofrica”™ photos to work with you — viewing them in web-time is killing my need for adrenaline & instant gratification.
It seems as though she may have met the army of evil monkeys.