Wednesday, February 23, 2011


That's a rubber band on the blurry finger she's holding up to me. She'd gotten it off. And, as you can see, the other rubber band is almost off, too. These rubber bands were my last hope. The mom whose little children always have neat hair swore they'd stay in, that it was "impossible" for any child to remove them. Ha! I should have known...

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