I put them on a plane back to LA yesterday. The day began with them playing hookie. I took them to Riverside park and they slid brand new saucers down the icy hill, their first sledding ever. I wanted it to be a Norman Rockwell moment. Instead, they fought the whole way over which saucer was bigger. I had to pull out two spoons from the silverware drawer and try to explain to them exgtrusion molds so they'd understand they were exactly the same. I thought I'd succeeded, but at the park I gave one to Chet and one to Ava and since Ava got the bottom one Chet freaked. he said the bottom one had to be bigger to hold the top one. I felt like Archimedes as I performed for him the test to prove to him they were the same. I showed him the bottom one and then switched them with a ta da. He stopped crying but didn't seem all that convinced. Ava, however, revelled in his misery and shrieked with extra loud joy as Cristina pushed her along the ice. Uffa!

A few hours later JFK was a mess since the snow storm. They were so brave, so tiny, going down the jet bridge with the surly JetBlue guy. Of course a few hours later I panicked, my mind was possessed by the evilest of thoughts. Finally, of course, they arrived at LAX and Ava's friend's mom who picked them up got them immediately on the phone to me. Chet was crying, saying his stomach hurt. I felt so lousy. The mom had to hang up and tend to him. Five minutes later he was fine.