Sunday, August 1, 2010

Survival

Niamh did it again. She wasn’t listening. I got fed up. I sent her to her room.

When I went in to talk to her about her behavior I said Listen to me, Young Lady. Do you know why I sent you to your room?

She was looking at the floor, then looked up with a mustache taped to her lip and said You mean “Young Sir”.

So, she’ll live another day. She has one helluva survival instinct.

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3 comments:

Meg said...

Mustache or no mustache, how could you EVER be mad at that face.

Brooke said...

OMG. This is a mini me. Except my mustache is black, not blue.

Love her.

Julie said...

WHIP SMART!