Well, we started the evening with some lovely strawberry picking (and eating) in the front yard.
And then we went inside so I could start making dinner and all heck broke loose.
Amalia "helped" Lily in the bathroom.
Then her artistic creativity apparently couldn't be bounded by the limitations of paper.
Cleaning up. Can't you just hear the mice singing, "Cinderelli, Cinderelli"?
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