Er, no. No, I don't. And I feel like I really *would* remember that. (Turns out that she meant "sequin" rather than "lobster", and yes I do remember the mysterious day she pooed a sequin.)
We've mostly been collecting and painting rocks for the February Love Project.
And we did a bit of chalk bombing on our travels too. There was a council employee with a leafblower by the bus stop, and it was attached to a big backpack thing. I tried really hard to convince Izzy that he was a Ghostbuster, but she wasn't having any of it. She's a lot more sensible than her Mama.
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