Apple pie

Yesterday Dutch got a baseball glove.* She played catch with Cook in the park, and was very pleased by her progress in the throwing category. Catching, not so much, apparently. When she was getting her hair cut, the haircutter asked her what she was planning to do this summer, and she said "I'm going to learn how to play baseball." When I asked her last night what she'd like to do today, she said breezily, "Oh, play more baseball with Daddy."

The haircut! Look! This morning, Dutch and I sat in the kitchen while I snarfed down large quantities of coffee and she wrote out a menu for her restaurant ("The Happy Chime Restaurant"). Here are your pictures.













This is what Dutch looks like when she writes.













Oh no, wait - wrong kid.


































































And lastly, this is what Dutch looks like when she's having an existential crisis.**


















* It's traditional brown, not pink - pink is apparently no longer her favorite color.
** Probably in French.