The whole family went to Stations of the Cross! (Blaze was not having it--he refused to come and when we told him he can't stay home alone, he said, "I'm not praying at all though!" He mostly stuck with that.)
Afterward we recreated life in London (in a way) with some gas station fish and chips. Q was *so* happy to be eating fried fish again. Blaze, on the other hand, doesn't go for fish and chips, and, surrounded by gas station delicacies, cried that we've given up sweets for lent.
Above: I randomly received a daffodil!
Below: Bacon-smoke beam of sunshine.
Francisco made me a wonderful breakfast.
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