All morning Robbie and Ellie have been occupying themselves in the living room. After overhearing dialogue involving buckling up, pilots, and maps I decided to risk breaking up the party with my presence and snap a few pictures.
As it turns out, they were playing "airplane", Robbie was the pilot and Ellie had the map (a small instruction booklet from a toy) and when I asked them where they were flying to, Robbie replied, "To New Jersey to give Grammy and Papa a hug!". Ellie seemed to think they were flying to the donut store. Sweet girl always has food on her mind.
Seneca on Anger
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