Grandmommy Chapman arrived intact this morning from St. Louis. We had lunch, then picked up Zoë & Elliott for a trip to Galaxie for hot chocolate. Not pictured here is Elliott, who threw a FIT all the way home, followed by another FIT. A belly full of mac & cheese was the cure.
As I type, Zoë is throwing her very own FIT to avoid going up to bed. The big stall: water, cereal, helping make dinner...she is not a good negotiator. Unmotivated to compromise.
