Yesterday was a home day. The game we got at a thrift store, Labyrinth, was a disaster--three of the four of us either stomped off or burst into tears, one of us about three times. And my worst characteristic--endless commitment to things I start--meant I kept insisting that we come back to the game once the crying stopped. Francisco is our rock. (I seem to not be able to shake this quality of persistence, even when it is not serving us well.)
Francisco took the kids to the park and library.
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