Ouest refuses to allow us to put anything in her hair. No barrettes, no headbands, no ponytails, nothing. And with her hair getting as unruly as it is she needs something in it more than ever. So with a classic parental threatening voice we said, “If you don’t let us put something in your hair we’re going to have to cut it.” Her reply? And excited, “Now?!”

No, not now. Not ever if that’s the way you want to be about it. Damn I hate it when threats backfire.

We walked the streets of La Paz for a while today, poking in a few places, having more fish tacos for lunner, a mango on a stick, and generally just wearing ourselves out before naptime. Still worn out in the afternoon we spent the rest of the day doing nothing.