Camouflaging

One morning this week, when Zane and I woke, Vanessa jumped into the room and proudly announced she was a ninja -- dressed in black leggings and a black sweater with hood on. Later that morning, during a rest at a park, Vanessa said she was "camouflaging with the stool."

Camouflaging . . . ? There is no camouflaging her sweetness and cleverness.

There is no camouflaging their sibling bond.

And there's no camouflaging my love for his love for this.