Apparently our family is headed for a space mission. Paige has been insisting upon fitting us in our space suits (plastic bags) and protective head covering (large stainless steel mixing bowls. Ouch.).

This is the face she will be using on any martians we encounter. She is confident it is scary enough for even the toughest of space creatures.
At some point she decided, as the leader of the group, she should not be forced to wear an ugly silver hat. She now wears the pretty green one instead. It just screams of authority.
Her big sister (and mommy) were great sports letting her dress us up in our uniforms. The boys of the house, not so much. They all ran and hid until the trash bags we put way up in the cupboard where four year old hands couldn't find them.

They are such a bunch of chickens!!!

I guess we are off to the moon without them. I'll let you know if we meet any new friends.

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