Isaac has been Kyla's good buddy for most of their lives thus far. And being almost 2, they are a whirlwind. Today, Susanne and I took them blueberry picking (not quite a disaster, but we each got about 1 pound of berries before admitting defeat) and then met up later at the Woodinville Summer Concert series. By the end of the concert, Kyla was wearing Isaac's blue crocs, he was wearing her pink sandles, she had lost her shirt (too much watermelon juice), Isaac was sporting one of the barrettes Kyla had taken out of her hair and given him, and Isaac had copied Kyla's fantastic plan of rubbing dirt all over any exposed skin.
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