WHAT KIND OF CHEESE IS THAT?

Thursday afternoon Michayla put on her fancy dress and hair bow, and our three tour buses hauled our American butts (And one Canadian butt) over to the U.S. Consulate, where Michayla officially became an American. (What kind of cheese is that? American cheese!) We all had to raise our right hands and swear a bunch of stuff was true. Nicki cried. A bunch of mothers cried. Mark threw Michayla in the air like a Naval Cadet at graduation.