Snow at the ski club. I wish I got pics of all the cute little “bunnies” with their skis on, but by the time I got all the kids running/skiing off to their groups, Dani on my back, etc., the last thing on my mind was the camera. And then it was too late. I didn’t want to chance running back for it because Noah would have probably insisted on going with me. Another time.
“I’m High King Peter!” He is always either High King Peter or Shasta. We’ve been listening to the dramatized The Chronicles of Narnia in our recent travels. We’re on The Last Battle. And I am often instructed to ask, “What is the great lions name?” to which he responds, “Aslan. He’s the great lion.”