When the shark bites...

It's a gazillion degrees upstairs in the girls' room tonight. We put in additional vents when we built the addition but those vents are controlled by the thermostat downstairs and, alas, it's a pleasant 78 degrees down there. So...it's hot upstairs. I cheerfully suggested to Kate & Sarah that they go camping in the new playroom (our old bedroom - we've moved into the addition!), where the temperature is comfy. They were game. As soon as I made the recommendation to them Kate demanded I set up the shark tent. Lola was thrilled, she loves camping.


Now, though, it looks like the shark ate too much little girl and puked up Sarah.