Yesterday evening a parcel came for YW from her mom in Taiwan. It included, among other things, some of her cold weather gear, some cloth for me, workbooks for the girls, tasty things and these plastic guns that I remember having as a kid, though I'd long ago lost the pink bubble part (see the green and pink item in BB's hands). Unfortunately, there was also *one* pink tutu outfit, which YW said was hers. BB was already enamored of the apron, but I'm sure if we let G put the tutu on, there'd be trouble. So for now, I continue to tell them that the tutu is a gift to Z and no one wears it – maybe until I can find another tutu.
