Leftovers

Poor-quality picture.
Translation of the top-secret message I found on the floor of my room: "Captain, I have been spying all day and night. They have invented tons of weapons including the elastic crossbow, plunger pistol, springshot gun, and the suddenly super tank that shoots a bomb that explodes a whole country. Meet me at 5:15 in the basement."

(Sometimes I wonder if it's safe to live in this house.)

But then this boy brings me a surprise snack of sliced apples, one oreo (thanks McGamma!), and a goblet of the sweetest-souriest homemade lemonade I've ever tasted. Guess living here is worth the risk.

The children packed together making needle-felted strawberries.

Huh. Here's some weird old lady making faces at Skylark. I should probably lock our doors to keep out the riff-raff.

YOU try explaining to Aidan why his coat is not the safest place to carry a hammer outside in the ice and snow.

I can't believe I didn't even get a picture of the finished boat. You can trust my word that it was pretty cool.