First day of preschool. She picked her own clothes and insisted on a backpack like ga-je (big sister).
I was nervous, I’ve never even been able to leave her at the Y kids area unless Hazel was with her. But she ran in excited, we’ve been talking about it for week. She sat down next to another little girl and said " My name Mar-GOT. What your name? "
We took the girls for the long promised and long overdue ear piercing, and then for some nice indian food after.
Hazel had a poetry assignment for school. They had to create a book with a certain number of different styles of poems, including haikus, cinquain, diamante, ballads, ode, and elegy.
We did Tuesday tacos, and Margot was playing with my phone while we waited. She said she was trying to look mysterious.
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