The scene is bedtime. À propos of nothing:
L: Maman, c'était cool au chalet.
Me: I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart.*
(*flashing back to cottage night #2 bedtime meltdown I wanna go back HOOOOME. So do I kid, SO DO I.)
I think what she liked the very best was being able to say "bye! je vais dehors!" and walking out the door all by her bad self to hang out in the yard.
Freedom and independence is her number one mission these days.
Speaking of thrills, I forgot about these pictures! Of COURSE we stopped for photos in Times Square.
And NO WAY did we want to ask a stranger to take a family photo with our iPhones.
Seriously, Alice looks like one of the cranky munchkins from the Wizard of Oz. Whasssuuuuppp, yo. She picked up some Empire State baby street cred while we were down there apparently.
Making memories is tiring, people. Props to my parents.
Anyone else go on vacation yet? I'm going to keep asking UNTIL I GET A COMMENT.