The girlchild is orange. I took this picture while we were at my parents' house because it was such an AWWWW moment. They were holding hands! No one was crying! For a few, brief seconds, peace reigned and my children were cherubs.
Then I downloaded the photo and realized that Emmie's love of cantaloupe might have reached a dangerous place. A place that might warrant it's own episode of "Intervention".
On the left, ladies and germs, you have the boychild. One with lovely blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and pink and cream skin. On the right...you have my little punkin. Literally.