One, Two, Tree ... GO!

Running in the sprinkler was not an option unless "dolly" and Mommy went too.  Juliet counted us off every time.  This poor doll (and I say "poor" because of her unfortunate Marylin-Monroe-gone-horribly-wrong hair style, not because of how Juliet treated her) was drug around all afternoon, mosty by a couple strands of her bleached beyond repair hair.  She may have been mistreated, but she gave Juliet the courage she needed to enter unknown waters and walk up and down the steep hill to GG's backyard.