Do I Look a Mess

I walked into my room. Stacia was in the bathroom, preening in front of the mirror. She said, "Do I look a mess?" Struck me funny.

I assured her that she did. Her baby-fine hair was falling down and she had chocolate all around her mouth. I told her to wait while I grabbed the camera...she cleaned her mouth. ::snort::

What a blessing to have a 4 year old in middle age. ::snort::

Choosing Joy!
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