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A few amusing moments in Mac conversation the last few days:
Yesterday, I was going to skip his morning shower, because he'd gotten an evening shower and we were in a hurry. He started crying and jumping in the tub.
"I'm sorry, Mac," I said. "I know this isn't your normal routine."
"I Want My Normal Routine!!!!" he wailed.

At dinner tonight, CP leaned over and said, "Mac, are you all done?"
"Pants!" he answered clearly and decisively.

He gets a report card every day from preschool. Predictably, he spent a great deal of his first day proclaiming "I want outside! I want slide!"

Meanwhile, Eowyn has made a new friend, a 1-year-old black Lab named Benny, who she spent a bunch of time with both them lying next to each other on their backs, stomachs exposed to the sky. Also, our courtyard neighbors have a 12-week old white furball puppy, but Eowyn (who tried to submit to it) isn't allowed to play with it yet, cuz it hasn't had its shots. She's behaving better and  calmer every day; all the exercise and socialization is really good for her.