In the car after a chilly trip through the grocery store parking lot. Suki's got such a great memory, asking about the whereabouts of the turkeys that had been all over the wall the last time we were there.
Every day there's a get together in the "workshop," or hall closet. There's a mysterious game of alternating shoes in there that I've never seen, taking place behind closed doors as it does. Today the door was opened to allow for more crafting space.
When it grew dark, we went around the neighborhood to check out the holiday lights. These took the cake.
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