Niecelings and cherry tomatoes

We were in Ottawa for a new business meeting, so I invited myself to my sister’s for dinner. The niecelings picked the ripe cherry tomatoes and we popped them in our mouths.


(8.22.12 – #235)

We ate thai food, played a complicated game the older nieceling — the one who wants to be a “tour guide of the imagination” when she grows up — devised that involves nicknames, colours, running and freezing and tickling each other (first one to laugh loses), then watched the littler nieceling do a beautiful dance to Fun’s Carry On in the back yard.

Summer.

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