Of Siblings' Progeny ...
Rory running around the room, elbows tucked in, flapping her hands by her shoulders, "When will I begin to fly!?"
Molly, trying to round the poppets up and into their going-home-wear, "Haha! That's going to be my new F*cebook status!"
Camilla lying on her back on the couch, elbows and knees tucked in, wiggling her fingers and feet, "I've been turtle-tagged! Someone come flip me over."
