I can’t seem to get through my day without at least one of these things happening to me:
Getting poked in the face.
Getting nibbled.
Getting squished into selfies.
And being bothered during my nap.
I suppose I have a pretty great life.
Tag Archives: big sister
Unmentionable.
Mom took me and big sister to a place called The Doctor’s Office. It involved a few nice people poking and prodding and measuring and weighing. Oh, and quite a bit of big sister doing this.
She got stickers and a milkshake for all her ‘bravery.’
Whatever.