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London has a calendar hanging on her bedroom wall.

She loves to cross off the days as they are done.  Big X’s across every day.

I think she likes the way it looks – but for me, it feels like all these days disappearing in giant Xs.

Anyway.

I looked at her calendar as I was braiding her hair during our nightly routine.

And there it was.

Written in bold blue ink.

Every Sunday for the entire month.

BS.

So I think this calls for a chat.

What kind of BS is happening up here in this bedroom every Sunday this month?

BS.

I ask, “Hey girls,” I point to the calendar.  “What is happening on Sundays?  What does BS stand for?”

London shoots a grin at Piper.

Piper cracks up.

“Back scratches!”

Ah.

BS.

I think I’ll approve of that kind of BS taking place every Sunday for a month.

In fact, maybe I should put it on my calendar too.