Lyra tidies up the rock garden by the entrance. "This leaf offends my sense of proportion."
Eager to see the blossoms, Lyra helps Mommy push the stroller.
Lyra, are you really wearing a half shirt?
"Hey Daddy, do they have cherry blossoms in Lexington?"
Lyra prepares to give Daddy a kiss. Or a raspberry. It's so hard to tell the difference!
Mommy vogues; Lyra waxes ontological. "If the cherry blossoms will all be gone next week, how will Sara and José know what they missed?"
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