Giggles

Shorts for a while, since I have much to do. Too much for such a fine month, June, but that’s the way it needs to be if the rest of the summer is going to be like I want it to be.

A friend of Lilly’s is over for a sleep-over, the first at which Lilly is the host, if that’s the right word. Much giggling and little-girl mirth, except for the occasional screaming matches with the resident three-year-old, who occasionally runs afoul of eight-year-old sensibilities. Lilly spent the night at her friend’s house last week, so this is a trade, sort of. That was Lilly’s first sleep-over, so I guess you could call it the Big Sleep-Over. The one she'll always remember until it becomes conflated with other remote memories of about the same age. She returned no worse for the experience; mostly smiles it seemed.