We’ve entered a new stage around here.
Tonight, when he should have been in bed, Max was detailing how the girls should dress and what gear we needed to get them so they wouldn’t get “too hurt” during the Neef battles that seem to be springing up all the time.
Honestly, Jac ran the gauntlet this afternoon and had welts from the “stick bullets” as Gemma calls them.
I never thought I’d miss the sound of Legos but I do. Oh, I do! And Legos never made the girls cry. Well, not much anyway.
Ellie cries over the battles the most but is also the toughest and most aggressive of the sisters. “Wait, can you get a picture of us back to back like real fighters?”
