That one house in South Carolina- Sunday

If last year's sex pollen had been tricky with a teething baby, it was more complicated with a toddler who could get around by herself. So now that Three Minute Dates was done and she had plans for class that would not require her to be in class, she and Clint decided they could spare a couple days for a breather.

Which still meant tiring Lexi out on the beach (which involved a lot of "no, honey, sand isn't food," and "see, now you're crying because you ate sand") before putting her down for a nap, and Kitty finally came back to the living room and got right on the couch and said, "She's our. For real."


[For the husband!]