We've had a busy weekend, one that included Sally's first dance recital and all the attendant craziness that big recitals bring.
Rob, having watched his sisters' many dance recitals over the years, was trying to prepare Fiver for what a recital is really like. That led directly to this exchange I overheard between Fiver and Sally:
Fiver: Dad said that your recital will be three hours long!
Sally: No, it won't be that long.
Fiver: Oh, good.
Sally: No, it is longer than that.
Sally (with a sassy hair flip): Fiver, you know you love to see me dance.
(Sally was correct, by the way. Her recital was four hours long. We love the performing arts, but that's a long a time, people. Let's just say that bringing two cars was one of the best decisions we've made in a while.)