E has been pretending to be a Spark leader all afternoon (Sparks are the youngest level of Girl Guides). "Hello;" she says, "I am Sparkle, and O is Kitkat."
This being Valentine's Day, and Kevin being awesome, he brought home roses for his girls. O was upset because he wasn't getting a rose, so Kevin gave him a loaf of french bread. "All yours." He said. O wasn't completely won over, but accepted the inevitable. He even shared it with us as we ate our spaghetti supper.
When I tucked E in tonight, and asked her what she was thankful for, she said, so happily, "My rose." Her cup runneth over.