Butter???

The phone rings.
"There's butter at The Garden" Celine says, apologizing for not letting me know sooner. "I was there yesterday and got 5 - they don't have a limit". "Ariana" I yell, "get dressed now, we need to go out". We rush down to the store, but no luck, they are all out. I have already scheduled a trip next week at the same time - hopefully, I'll be able to get some then.

Ariana and Violette playing

eating cupcakes at the disco
watching her friend Ezra do a dance on his mamma's knee
she and I dancing...ok, so she is checking out the other girl's outfit...
"Baba, you are not John Travolta, please put your arm down"
bubbles, bubbles, bubbles.......