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17 April 2008
I love my kids. They rule. Sometimes though, they push my buttons. You know, like when you just got done cleaning the house and they run through with mud on their shoes. Well, mine would never do that out of fear for their lives. The things they do are subtle and yet still very destructive. They plant little 'bombs' all around the house for me to find, and most often I find these 'bombs' when its too late. That sufficiently sets the picture I believe.
Enter my middle child. She is artsy and likes to do her own thing. She is as sweet as they come but forgets what you tell her the second you say it because she is thinking about other things in her head. Anyways, she made me a picture the other day out of a flower from her dance recital bouquet , tape and some of her heralded imagination. The only problem was she never actually gave me the picture--that plus she modified the reverse side of the picture (see below).
