So it's very nice when they decide to laugh and play and have fun together without one of them getting it into her head that the other of them is doing it wrong.
Not that this ever happens, ever.
Anyway, on Sunday morning, the air was crisp and clear, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, the children were wearing sweatshirts, and everything aligned to make it a marvelous morning.
Margaret came out of their hideout after a while to tell me that there was a lion in their hideout, and that it had eaten their teapot, but that she was keeping it from eating Ellie.
You have to appreciate someone who prevents their imaginary lions from savaging little sisters, you know.
I assume that she is bringing the shards of the teapot to me in this picture, though I do not recall receiving them at all.