olive came out to the living room and tattled to claire and me (and olive is, thankfully, so good at tattling that mike hopes they are friends well into high school) that "wren is putting on grown-up deodorant." I ran into our bedroom, where i found wren (who knows she shouldn't wear deodorant) and i couldn't help but burst out laughing, a frequent bad habit of mine when wren is doing something she shouldn't be. she gave me a goofy little face and said, "SORRY." and i did the most appropriate thing i could think of... i ran and got my camera.