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Mykala found the HER-EST hat in an amazing throwback denim, and Essie’s ears had scent added to smell like macaron.
I’ve never seen a happier Wednesday Addams in my life.
In the background, please note the spectacular costume Mykala made for Waffles. She is a taco.
“Dada, the frog’s legs are stretched out really far! Is it OK?”
Ess and I were out in the yard, picking up birch sticks, enjoying that kind of convivial togetherness in doing a common chore. We weren’t playing a game, or pretending the sticks were giantess hair, or trying to wring anything in particular out of the moment: just being in the same place, in parallel.
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