Poor Kolt has PTSD from his first sledding adventure in Alfred. He is gun-shy thus the goggles to protect his baby blues. Little does he know that without lenses they are useless. Of course, if you don't actually go on the sled.....
Kolt plays dress-up at daycare with a little cross-dresser named Peter. They both always look stunning. Vi came down the stairs in this Cinderella dress and Kolt kept saying MINE. Vi went to her wardrobe and selected this little number for him.
One of Vi's works of art. She is constanly improving on getting her letters headed in the correct direction.
Most of her drawings are of our family and Bacchus (our deceased dog). He appears in this one as well.
Vi had a blast sledding......Kolt had a blast.....being Kolt (no sled required)
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