Greta and I are on the couch watching any early birthday present -- Pinocchio on blu-Ray. Lincoln moves between the kitchen and living room, mouth stuffed with strawberries.
I got a haircut this morning and we're praying for no rain at 4 p.m. Plan is to head to a local park (called a "reservation" in this part of N.J. An ode to our Indian ancestry?) 14 kids RSVPd with assorted parents and older siblings.
Uh-oh, Pinocchio just became real. Gotta go.
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