Do you imagine what it's like for us? Do you imagine one dark-haired doll clinging to my leg, in anxious fear to leave me, while I chase the other down the hall before she uses the scissors she has liberated from the drawer on her dog, or worse, herself? Do you imagine her, forcefully and defiantly, throwing those scissor across the room, like a ninja star at a great enemy, making another dent in walls desperately in need of paint? Do you image me, exasperated, too tired to be frantic, swearing under my breath? Do you imagine that little ninja, in perfect echolalia, uttering that word right back at me? Do you imagine the doll and I collapsing in laughter on the floor beside the ninja? If you do, then yes, that's us, and it must be Tuesday.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
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Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)