Every weekend, the kids come running into our room and wake us up hours before I am ready to carpe the diem. But not today. I could hear signs of life out of my bedroom door, but no one was coming in. I later found out that the kids were training Nicki in the art of circus acts. I’m not sure what that meant, but the good news is that she didn’t get sawn in half and that I don’t think that she ate any fire. Unless that’s all magic and not circus.
Now that Husbandrinka took the kids to karate, I decided to check out how high Nicki can leap.
It’s pretty high.
Also, I’m not a great photographer.
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