Ackery

Finally, he makes an honest woman out of her.

Isabelle: Ian, do you want to marry me?
Ian: Okay. We should get married.
Isabelle: Wait! We have to kiss!
Ian: Okay.
*smooooch*
Ian: All right! Now our marrying's done.

Considering their recent adventure, this is probably a good thing.

Road Trip

We went to Ian's house today for a rollicking good time, as always. At one point, he pointed to a map of Camp Snoopy, which I take to be the playland part of the Mall of America, and told me,

"Miss Erica? If Isabelle has never been to Camp Snoopy, we have a seat for her in the back of my Chrysler car."

Ominous

During lunch today, Isabelle kept calling out, "Chaos!"

And each time, Ellie would chortle, as if this were the best idea since toast and jam.

Of course, guys! Chaos! That's what's been missing here at Casa O'Rourke! We don't have enough chaos! Work on that, will you?