I think it’s not an uncommon scenario, a young mother dressing up her precious little ones in the new clothes from Grandma for a family photo only to have the 3-year old get ahold of mommy’s lipstick and use it to “paint” his little 1-year old sister. On the way. The baby’s face is sufficiently cleaned off, and miraculously (mercifully) none of the red “paint” got on the dress…only to have the other “end” of the situation explode, uncontainably.
One of my personal favorite recollections is Bob coming into the room where I was napping before going to work nightshift at the hospital one evening. He enters with this question, “Honey, do you love your middle daughter??”
Great way to wake up.
Robin had decided to give her little sister a haircut. And I willingly leave Continue reading “Compassionate haircut”