A full day with the boys so lots to report, but one more thing about zombies: apparently, they can't catch Scooby and Shaggy because they're old and slow. Duh.
Sussing out classes at "The San Francisco Gymnastics Academy," Harry was sad because he couldn't actually do gymnastics with the other kids (despite the fact that I patiently explained we hadn't signed the paperwork yet). He thought the little girls in their leotards were beautiful, though. He also thought the sidewalk was beautiful today, "the sparkles on it, the dog poop..." Not sure if he knows what beautiful means.
Ike and Harry played hugged, tackled and giggled while waiting for our table at lunch. Brotherly love. Finally.
Rach is obsessed with Ike right now. Tough not to be. Curls curls curls. He too got a lollipop after Harry's haircut. Harry crunched, and, much to my surprise, Ike savored. Didn't think Ike savored. He's a mysterious guy.
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Ike is mysterious, it's true. The mop of curls are misleading, but he did strike me as a savorer (sp?). That much I could tell. Love you guys!!!
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