Elsa just ran in the house to go to the bathroom, buck naked. "Elsa," I said, "Could you please put some clothes on?"
"I can't!" said Elsa, eyes wide, "because then the mole would know that I am not a stone."
We had lunch on the front porch on this almost 70 degree February day, and noticed some ground moving and our killer cat watching, and hypothesized that it was a mole. I went in to make the bread, and both children are apparently working on a plan to trick the mole so they can see it.
And I totally didn't make Elsa put clothes on. Play away, play away.
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