This is R and his favorite girl, M. He loves her. She is 8 months older and more than a head taller. He doesn't care.
It is fitting since becoming a clown is her career aspiration. I love that little slice of sunshine!
After the zoo, we walked to a Metro station and explored the city by underground rail. Our conversations about presidential history (from a 5-6 year old perspective) had anyone within hearing distance chuckling. Their explanation of Lincoln's assassination was the most hysterical: "He was just sittin' there and somebody shoot-ed him. I don't know his name, but he was a bad guy!"
We walked another mile before reloading the Metro. This is the face of a good day. It takes some serious fun to wear out a gaggle of 5-6 year olds.Good thing there were not pictures of the Mamas--after 7 hours of head counting, street crossing, subway loading, lots of walking and exploring a city we are not familiar with...we were wiped out!