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 love this girl.