Forget the poison apple or getting pricked with a pin. Those lousy stepsisters have nothing on Wilbur our basset hound. These are not maladies that can be fixed with love's first kiss. I don't think even super glue can help. Next to the poor headless ladies are their mangled heads. Do you think I am scarring my daughter for life? Our littlest princess lover is only 2 after all. She doesn't seem to mind. Several days ago she simply grabbed her brothers bionicle and blamed him for the losses. She plays with her headless friends just as much as those with beautiful faces. She told me "Cinderella has no head, but I love her mom". She also told me recently that "I love my new vaporizer mom. " Simple pleasures, I guess.
Last night was our second dance class. It went as to be expected. The twins take over the class, and Harper gets right into it with her cousins. I am quite sure that the other women in the class can't stand our kids. Daphne ran around that room yelling "woof woof" and I think Penelope latched onto "yee haw" for a while after we galloped. Harper thinks dance class is only for spinning. She's practically green by the end of class from all of the turning. They still have quite a way to go until they make it out of SE.
On a side note, I would like to mention not posting here in a timely way. It seems whenever I want to put up a little picture with a note, I can't. I do not understand why the cord that connects my camera to the computer is not the same color as the camera? How the hell am I supposed to find it every time in a sea of other cords, earbuds and phone chargers? I can't remember I am looking for a white cord until I am 10 minutes into it. I get pissed each and every time. I can't leave it connected to the back of the computer or my kids would tie it in 100 knots. They have an obsession with taking long strings, and cords and making impossible knots. Don't tell me to clean the drawer- it is. Honestly.
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