Our friends arrived from...well, from New York but they live in California.
Anyway, they arrived today. Iain and Lucas (4.5) are sleeping together in the loft ("boys only!") tonight. We are downstairs, using our electronic devices and listening to them whisper.
Lucas says he doesn't like shots. Iain says, "I like them." "You do?" "Yeah, because the band-aids are great."
Also, it was validating that Lucas's mother immediately commented on the intense humidity and aggressive quality of the natural world (especially the natural insects, who had a feast on us tonight). At dinner, Charles held up the salad dressing to demonstrate that it's so humid here the labels slide around on front and back. Ie, the water dissolved the glue. Gross.