She proudly wore it all day, even to an appointment and some errands. She didn't care that her eyebrows looked painted-on. She loved them.
Actually, she *demanded* an egg while I was cooking breakfast...and as I often do, I caved and gave in to her demand. It seemed of utmost importance that she have that egg, and that she have it right now. Who am I to stand in her way? It is only an egg, right? I... Continue Reading →