Friday

Little girls dancing.

And little boy finally sleeping. He fell asleep about 5 minutes before we got there. His sister wanted to put her jacket on him.

Follow Me.

Bossy McBoss-a-lot was telling dad that he needed to follow her. He kept telling her that he was too big to go down the slide, but there was no convincing her. She would say "You are not too big." I never heard her say it, but in my mind I hear her squeaky little voice and see her head bob from side to side in resistance.