This little weasel was dressed up for church. We were on our way to the highly anticipated primary program directed by the one and only PAT! On our way, sissy found my strawberry chapstick. I saw it, took it and rolled it down to the very bottom so she couldn’t make a mess. Three minutes later, I look back, and she has a pink beard, and pink lapels where it was supposed to be white lace.
Whatever.
At least it matched.
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(Sidenote — Icka has a whole bunch of nicknames, but without thinking, I have been calling her “The Weasel” lately. Apparently, I need to think, because Scout’s direct quote from his prayer the other night was, “And please help Icka The Weasel to choose the right.”)
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