Sibling Love

I don't have two boys to dress in matching football uniforms. I don't have two girls to dress in matching pink dresses. I have one adorable little girl and one handsome little guy to dress in matching t-shirts from Aunt Amy. 

 

I forget exactly what the t-shirt says, but it's something along the lines of "Someone who loves me when to Mallorca and bought me this t-shirt."

Blaise is developing somewhat of a bubble of personal space that Zélie has no concept of.