Lyla pulled a dog brush out of the drawer. Remarkably, she knew what to do with it.
In news that is thankfully unrelated to brushing your hair with a dog brush, on Sunday we're going to Lyla's friend Anja's house to sled down their hill. This winter, Lyla's outdoor activities have included being carried from building to car, and vice versa. Yesterday I set her down on the driveway just to see what would happen, and she cried. So sledding should go well.
No matter. I talked to Anja's mom today and asked her what she thought the over-under was on how long the girls would last. She put it at eight minutes, so I took the under. The never-used sled we're bringing is designed for a baby; it looks like a large red version of the cubby drawer you had in first grade, only with a rope. I wonder if Lyla will try to snowboard on it. Or brush her hair with it.
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