Where's Taylor?

This past weekend Taylor went to Sparks camp where she professes to have had a hundred, kadrillion, million funs. Whatever that number is. When asked what she liked best, she said, all of it. The entire family drove the hour to take her there Friday night and stayed long enough at campfire for Mommy to learn a new song (black socks, and it annoys daddy) and to smell like smoke. Saturday morning, Mommy heard the squeak of Mackenzie door, the padding of her footsteps, followed by her call, "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Taylor where are you?" Mommy had to update her as Daddy was already gone to work at 7:30am. Once Mackenzie was informed or reminded where Taylor was she was fine and denied missing Taylor whenever asked. Hey, she got to have both Mommy and Daddy to herself at the family swim, and to play with Taylor's friend Oliva without any jealousy being an issue.