Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile

Today, I was a frog monster. I pulled a green, frog-covered baby blanket that my mother had quilted as a gift for one of the boys over my head, and hopped around Damaris’s bedroom making frog noises. And believe you me, I was no sissy “ribbit-ing” frog. I croaked. The kids attacked me with swords and killed me. Then I ate them for dinner. We repeated this several times.

8 thoughts on “Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile

  1. This is the kind of post that must needs have pictures! Still, I’m shocked. This is by far your shortest post ever. It’s not even close.

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  2. That’s amazing. XD It brings back so many fond memories of playing with siblings.Also, I like the redesign of your blog. Very nice.

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