Here it goes - a wholesome post.
The family and I had a lovely weekend, filled with sunshine and giggles and cultural experiences. Namely, we went to a sand museum in a nearby village and I laughed my heiney off at the absurdity of it all.
Eloise likes to pick "poisonous berries" and squash them. We've tried telling her - THEY'RE POISONOUS, which of course means nothing, except that to her they now have a name. I decided I would take pictures of all the different poisonous berries that were around town yesterday. My day consisted of yelling out poisonous berries at every turn. Poisonous berries, poisonous berries, poisonous berries!