We ended up going out to dinner tonight after an incident on the commuter train rails necessitated Josh finding an alternative way home, which includes us picking him up. It was a perfectly lovely meal, but the experience underscored one simple reality.
Sivan really likes talking to other people. People who aren't in her immediate family and eating at the same table.
And she has curly hair. I keep waiting for those curls to disappear.
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