One filled with snowy slow commutes, arriving home at eight at night (or later), eating dinner at eight at night or later. Swim meets, bizarre trips to Jo-Ann fabrics to obtain last minute supplies for Family and Consumer Science class (yes, this is what they call Home Ec. these days).
And so on. Our week can best be summed up by Miss B:
On fighting with her brother:
Andrew knows I have a tender heart. That’s why I had to bite him.
On her ability to see in the dark:
I’m a good looker. I can see in black pitch.
Is it winter break yet?