Sunday. It was Remy's last weekend-day with us, but do not fear. It was spring break, so we actually had three more days of intense tourist-business ahead of us.
Skip was scheduled to be in the band, so Remy got to see him in action.
I wish I could remember what we did after church, but I'm drawing a blank. Maybe we just forced him to sit on the computer, I don't know.
What I do know is that shortly after we got home, I sent the kids out into the front yard to get ready to use a skill they'd need when they ran away to join the circus...
Yup. It's a tightrope.
Ahem, Remy. Your purple underpants are showing.
Potential Plum Injury in 3... 2...
She's got nerves of steel, walking out on that tightrope...
Just like her mother, you might say...
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