After a delightful afternoon of swimming, this motley crew filled my ’02 Honda Accord for the ride home. Windows all rolled down, radio turned to an oldies station, singing at the top of my lungs. Remember the driver gets to choose the station.
These rascally blessings who, when called upon, say O.K. to a road trip with Nana Judy that don’t turn out exactly as she thought it would. Still don’t understand why they couldn’t include motion in the bodies.