At lunch with Ashlyn: “Here’s a cracker, Ashie.”
She takes it and turns it over and over. “Where’s the crack in it, mom?”
That’s what comes of letting her think they are called biscuits!
I am also beginning to think she is mourning the loss of Gina. Again. We haven’t left Saudi Arabia since we landed in August and she understands that Gina is a long, long airplane ride away. As we started to get closer to our winter break vacation we started talking about the trip to Switzerland more and more. And she started talking about Gina more and more and praying for her to come to our Saudi Arabia house. Poor girl was convinced that we were going to see Gina no matter what we told her we were going to do.
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