More to the point, Mum and Claire are not seeing eye-to-eye.
On the other hand ...
One youngest, two eldest:
There's no need to harp on this overly, but it does appear that we are in the desert.
Sage-sniffer, sage-sniffin' ...
I believe it's called biological soil crust. "Tiptoe through the crypto," they repeated, maniacally.
Here's Sharon, waiting for the slowcoaches in the way that she usually does.
We're still not harping on this overly. We're still in the desert!
