Me: "For?"
J: "Uh, nothing that won't look better in 48hrs..." (48 hrs being when Big Sis has her ballet pictures.)
We keep our recycling in a room at the bottom of the basement stairs. Apparently, J lobbed a box of Cheerios down the steps for Younger Brother to smash and put in the proper container. And just as it left his hand, Big Sis stepped around the corner and "Pow!"
I'm not buying his claim that Neosporin will make this disappear by Wednesday.
It's all good Daddy, every little ballerina needs a good battle scar to go with her tutu! 
1 comment:
She is still just as beautiful as ever :)
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