Mr. Bear is a mascot of sorts in susanna's preschool class. each student gets to bring Mr. Bear home for a week in the spring and document all the adventures he has during his visit. susanna returned him to school last monday, complete with a three-page journal detailing all that he did with us during his seven-day stay. he dined on honey for breakfast each morning, helped susanna check the mailbox each afternoon, and even got to accompany us on a trip to costco. not exactly the most eventful week -- but probably a welcome respite, after a traumatic experience at charlotte's house, where their dog gnawed poor Mr. Bear's nose off. (no wonder he was quite leery around super.)
we took pictures of Mr. Bear and susanna throughout the week, but i daresay the one below sums up susanna the most accurately these days. on her way to ballet, i asked her to simply pause on our front walk and smile. and
this is what i got -- arm on hip, diva-like smirk. if she's this sassy at the tender age of three ... will any of us survive her teenage years?
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