Zombie breakfast in the Dells. They're watching Sesame Street. "Dat's Elmo, my friend!" said Rowan. For Lyla, the show is not nearly as sophisticated as, say, Strawberry Shortcake, but she's putting up with it. Rowan looks like he's waiting for the TV to beam him up.
Julie and I got to sleep until 7:35. Lyla, the perpetually early riser, knows she can't bug anyone until 7:00. When I plugged in her clock last night, I may have set the time incorrectly. Like, 35 minutes incorrectly. After such rousing success, I plan to use liar clock all week. Tomorrow we'll shoot for 8:00.
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