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.
3 comments:
Mustache or no mustache, how could you EVER be mad at that face.
OMG. This is a mini me. Except my mustache is black, not blue.
Love her.
WHIP SMART!
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