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Can't... make... it...
wordless.
Must. Explain.
Last summer, we were at Sarah and Bernhard's cabin, we had played all day outside in the water and in the sun. Right before dinner, Ava fell headfirst into the edge of the metal sliding glass door (circa 1960. Heavy. Well made, hard, metal sliding glass door). She split her eyebrow right open, and being the handy-dandy folk that we are, we put a "butterfly" bandage on it, consisting of two criss-crossed bandaids (one of them circa 1960, dug out of the medicine cabinet). After the drama, we started eating dinner, spaghetti to be exact, and Ava was so wiped out from her day in the sun and her kiss with the sliding glass door, that, mid-bite, she laid her head right in her plate of spaghetti and went to sleep. I had to dig a piece of bread out of her mouth so she wouldn't choke.
Sarah snapped this picture. I actually like the full color version better but for some reason all I have on this computer is the b&w one.
Incidentally, it's Sarah's birthday today! Happy Birthday, sweet friend!!
More wordless wednesdays here.
