My kids are out of this world. Literally.
Ever since I broke out the 99 cent post-Halloween special space suits, landings back on Earth have been few and far between. It would seem the food in space is far superior to the food in my kitchen.
Alexa returned, however, to gear up in some winter-ware. They must have been headed for Pluto (which, I will say, my kids have been taught IS a planet.) Oh, and it looks like she's tucked away a space burger in her belt for later (my cooking must REALLY leave much to be desired.)
Billy's a great Captain. Somehow he can keep his little co-pilot entertained for hours shut away in their pack-n-play turned rocket.
Now that Alexa's pretend-playing skills are rivaling her brother's, I'm not sure if our kids will ever make their final landing back at home.
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