Sunday, August 1, 2010


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.



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...