Remember… November?

While the 3 bears are snuffing out every English speaker on their school campus… Goldilocks is ferreting through their wares (unfortunately with a perpetual runny nose).

Maybe they will confuse it for their own honey drippings…

Oh Lucy! Ever the safety concern antagonist. She won’t let go of this spot, forbidden or not.

Much like an older sister’s library book. Check.

But call her on it…

and she threatens to pop out a screen. Checkmate.

Thanksgiving with friends. Best grilled chicken ever. Leaving it at that.

In hindsight, it probably helped keep any trauma out of the Tom Turkey coloring page.

On Friday we headed to Malaga for the Christmas light show. We made the same trip about four years ago, when there were far fewer scam artists disrupting Booking.com…. the bait and switch added some anxiety to the logistics.

A nice family picture probably is too much to ask when the sun is so bright a passerby is shielding her eyes with a shopping bag. Sorry girls, I really should know how to stage a photo after all this time.

We spent all day in the city because we couldn’t risk finding a parking spot later. Pity that deposit on a city center apartment never materialized…

Not surprisingly, we had no trouble staying active… because the red blur, our beloved (very) busy body insists.

That’s right… confess you were breaking the speed limit in there.

Before long throngs really did pack into main street for the music and light show.

Lucy greeted and entertained our crowd as best as she could.

While the lights made for a very beautiful evening, the girls were at capacity with the stimulation.

And yet… as many hours as we spent seizing the previous day, and night, on our feet… someone thought the trip needed a sunrise experience consecutive mornings.

Send her back to Confession.