Day 178
I don’t share Madi’s fascination of bones, never have. I prefer my ancient cemeteries covered in dirt, thanks. The last time we visited the Paris catacombs she was young. Paul took her down to scamper among the femurs and sculls while I stayed above with her squeemish older sister at the McDonalds. Good thing she has one parent who will do the creepy things with her. This time, Cali was old enough to go along. She may not be as interested as Madi, but curious enough to go along.
