I think that's right; I'm pretty sure it was Number Four. Mark was home and we survived. Those parts I remember clearly. The girls' motives are less clear. They've got a thing for the Statue of Liberty, so this is how we started the day.
The first thirty seconds over, we moved on to making our own Nutella. The girls had eaten an entire tub of Nutella at Mimi's house (Mimi worries about their weight, or lack thereof; they also ate Ritz, bacon and ice cream. Feel free to tell Mimi how not-emaciated they look any chance you get.). We tried our hand at making our own.
It was delicious. Don't let the girls' faces fool you. The concerned look on Chandler's face had to do with the Nutella's escaping down her chin, rather than its taste.
And then Frances was just copying Chandler.
Not our finest snow day, I must say. Temperatures hovered right around freezing and the whole world was a slushy mess by afternoon. The girls were inside all day and I was relieved to go dig after a bit. That gives some clue to their mood. We had one more snow day (Number Five), but I think we are done with snow days for the year, which means school ends a few days before July starts. Boo.
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