Everyone was soaked to the bone when they came back from Mundy and the coffee shop.

I toweled dried Charlotte and she does not mind that anymore. She hated it as a baby and had to sit on my lap to be towel dry without running away, a few months back....cute.

I should write a story. I dont know what. A sad story no doubt since this is the mood.

Maybe a story in French this time, first?

About a forest tree?