Yesterday, while she was taking a bath, the yellow-haired child commented that she thought she was growing hair on her butt.
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Also, I just got back from Mass - today is the feast of the Immaculate Conception. (Boy, there's a can of worms.) It was nice - Sophie and Anna made the trip with me and we talked and sang. But they came along mostly, I think, for the ice cream afterward.