Grace yesterday. Apparently she shucked her shirt, made a new friend, and then assumed the Christ-while-crucified position and held it for a while. I have so many questions about this photograph, which Anastasia sent (and let me be clear, I love the photographic reports I get from the days when I am not around). How did she get up there? How long did she hang there? Is it cool for a 6.5 year old to run around topless (she’s clearly not bothered by it)? Should I worry about those ribs? Where does she get her freakish upper-body strength?
Whit took a (surprisingly, given the launching-of-self-into-pool he’s been doing of late) more conservative approach to playgrounding, sticking to the actual swings and keeping his helmet on at all times. Just call him Safety Man.
